BLEEDING BONDS OF BROKEN PROPHECY, kol mikaelson

BLEEDING BONDS OF BROKEN PROPHECY

Wives were supposed to be chosen- they were not meant to be created.

But for the witches of the Nocturne Coven, choice was a luxury long forgotten. Their bloodline, now cursed and dwindling, had turned to prophecy instead of love.

They bound themselves to a vision- when the Original Hybrid broke his chains, a bride of their blood would be prepared, having been raised from birth for one purpose alone.

She would be the vessel, the offering, and the perfect bride.

Adeline Nocturne was an oath made flesh.

She was born into whispers and rituals, raised with folded hands and hollow smiles, and her body and soul shaped not as her own, but as a covenant. She was taught to kneel before she could walk, taught silence before she could speak, and taught that her purpose was not to live, but to bear.

To be perfect. To be still. To bear well.

And when the dagger was pulled from Kol Mikaelson's chest- prophecy and old bindings demanded their union.

But Kol- forever reckless, wild, and centuries steeped in fury- wanted no part of a doll bride bound to his name. He raged against her fragility and the cage she had been molded into, but in the cracks of her porcelain mask, he began to see something else- a fire waiting to burn.

Her mother called it obedience.

The Nocturne coven called it perfection.

The Mikaelsons would come to call it family.

But the question remained: would Adeline remain the vessel she was raised to be or become the flame that could unmake them all?

fem oc x kol mikaelson.

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