past and memories

Michael could be seen in his beastly wolf form, standing tall amidst the wreckage. Slowly, his wolf form began to morph, his body transforming back into his human form. As he sat on the ground, huffing and recovering, he couldn't help but think to himself, "Damn... that was a close one."

Suddenly, the hellhound's body caught on fire, surprising Michael. He quickly got back on his feet, observing the burning creature. "How tough is this thing?" he muttered to himself. To his astonishment, the hellhound rose from the flames.

"How many times do I have to kill you for you to stay dead?" Michael exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. Suddenly, the fire around the hellhound left its body, hurtling straight toward Michael. He watched in disbelief as the hellhound's body turned to ash.

As the flames entered Michael's body, an unexpected transformation occurred. His body started to heal rapidly, as he stered at his palms. His eyes turned a fiery red, filled with the power of the flames. Closing his fists, his entire body ignited into flames, engulfing him in a fiery aura.

"So, this is the power, huh?" Michael whispered to himself, the flames subsiding as quickly as they had appeared. He sighed, realizing that the hellhound hadn't revealed how it looks like him before dying. Rubbing his head, he noticed his surroundings starting to fade away.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes once again, finding himself looking at both his mother and Laura, who were smiling at him. They asked, "So, how did it go?" Michael smirked at them, his expression hinting that he had indeed won the battle. "How do you think it went?" he replied, a playful smirk on his face. His mother and Laura smiled at his response.

Laura chimed in, teasingly saying, "Didn't expect anything less, after all, I trained you." Michael sweatdropped upon hearing her remark, realizing she was referring to the toture she called training .

"Trained? You call chasing me as a wolf training?" Michael retorted, raising an eyebrow.

Laura crossed her arms and huffed, playfully scolding him, "Shut up, brat... If you'd listen to me, that wouldn't have happened."

Michael's mother couldn't help but get a sweatdrop as she watched their banter. Clearing her throat, she intervened, capturing their attention. Both Michael and Laura stopped arguing and turned their focus to her.

"I think it's time I tell you about your father and the reason I took away your memories," Michael's mother said with a serious expression. Michael's demeanor shifted, and he looked at her attentively, ready to listen.

She continued, "Michael, you're not exactly a Hale." Michael's eyes widened in shock, confusion evident on his face as he asked, "What do you mean by that?"

His mother met his gaze and explained, "Let me clarify... You're not a Hale, but you're still my son. I conceived you like your other siblings, but you have a different father from the rest of them."

Michael's mother took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she prepared to reveal a story that she had been locked away for centuries.

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"A few centuries ago, I was being pursued by a group of relentless hunters from the council who sought to end my life. I had always been different, possessing powers beyond those of ordinary werewolf and they saw me as a future threat, so they send a few of their special hunters to capture me. I was Desperately trying to escape their clutches, as I thought I would die that night."

She paused, recalling the fear she had experienced during that time. Then, her eyes softened as she continued, "That's when it happened. I heard a swooshing sound behind me, and as I turned, I laid my eyes upon a figure so captivating, it took my breath away."

"He was tall and imposing, with long flowing white hair that shimmered in the moonlight. He was in a black cape, carrying a sword on his back. Yet, there was a gentle aura about him, a warmth that drew me closer."

"He was unlike anyone I had ever met before. His name was Gabriel. He had dedicated his life to safeguarding those who were being hunted and persecuted by the council."

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I took a deep breath, reminiscing about the time I spent with Gabriel. As I continued my story, a wistful smile played on my lips.

"After Gabriel rescued me, he took care of my wounds. I was drawn to him, captivated by his kindness. I began to follow him, even though at times, he found my presence quite annoying. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, we grew closer, and a year later, we discovered that we had fallen deeply in love."

My voice held a hint of sadness as I continued, "But our happiness was short-lived. Gabriel disappeared without a trace, leaving me devastated and alone. I searched far and wide, hoping to find him, but he seemed to have vanished from the world. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing him again."

I search and search until i eventually ended up in Beacon Hills, where I met the father of your siblings. Needing to move on with my life, I decided to settle here and create a home for myself and my childrens. The years passed, and I found solace in the love I shared with their father, although the void left by Gabriel's absence was still there.

"Then, a year before Michael was born, Gabriel returned to Beacon Hills. He found me, explaining that he couldn't stay in one place for too long because the Council was relentlessly hunting him. Gabriel revealed to me that Michael he isn't a normal werewolf, but a Lycane Wolf, a hybrid with enhanced strength, speed, and power, making him a target for the Council."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I confessed, "I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Gabriel leave again. I had been feeling lonely for years, after losing the father of my other children. And in a moment of vulnerability, Gabriel and I spend the night together before he had to leave once more."

I paused, gathering my emotions before continuing, "It was shortly after Gabriel left that I discovered I was pregnant with you. I knew that raising you would be a challenge, given that you were already born an alpha at birth, Which would make you a target for the council if they found out about you and who your father was. Everything was going ok until 11 years ago , I remember it vividly. I was in a meeting with the alphas of Beacon Hills, discussing about the peace treaty with the Argents. The room was filled with tension, but little did I know that tragedy was about to strike that very day.

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps behind me, growing louder and more frantic with each passing second. It was my brother, Peter, panting and out of breath. Fear etched on his face, he urgently said, " hunters are after Michael. He's in a frenzy, and people are getting hurt."

My heart plummeted, and adrenaline surged through my veins. Without a second thought, I sprinted towards the area where you were. As I reached the scene, my eyes widened with horror. Your once bright eyes were now consumed by darkness. They were black, with blood-red pupils, and dark veins snaking up the sides of your face towards your eyes.

I didn't hesitate. I rushed to you, my arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, tears streaming down my face. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that," I cried, my voice choked with emotion. In that moment, I made a vow to protect you, just as Gabriel had protected me. And so, I made the difficult decision to keep you safe, I decided to wipe your memory, erasing the traumatic events from your young mind.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, I used my powers to remove the memories, hoping that by doing so, I could keep you safe from yourself and keep the council from finding out about you.

As the last traces of your memories disappeared, I watched as your face softened, the darkness lifted from your eyes,

I held my breath, hoping that I had done the right thing. You blinked, a hint of confusion crossing your features, but there was also a glimmer of peace in your gaze. "What happened?" you asked, your voice filled with innocence.

A weight lifted from my shoulders as I looked into your eyes, now filled with curiosity rather than darkness. A small smile formed on my lips, and I replied, "There was an accident, but everything will be okay now. You're safe."

Present time:

Michael's body began to fade, as he listened intently to every word his mother spoke, absorbing everything . Thoughts raced through his mind as he realized he was now a Lycane wolf, and that's why he was so much more stronger than other wolfs.

Turning to his mother, gratitude filled Michael's voice as he said, "Thank you for telling me this, Mom." Her response was filled with understanding. "No problem, I had to tell you before you leave. You don't have much time left here. I can feel your soul trying to return to the living realm."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Michael's gaze shifted to his sister, Laura. A genuine smile played on his lips as he expressed, "I'm glad I got to see you again." Laura's eyes welled up with tears as she embraced him tightly, a testament to their bond. Their mother watched, her heart filled with pride at the love her children shared.

Yet, as the embrace persisted, Michael's body started to fade further, signaling his imminent departure from the void. Sensing a shift in Laura's demeanor, Michael looked at her with curiosity. Her expression turned serious, and she warned him, "Michael, be careful."

These words struck him with surprise, and he met her gaze, seeking an explanation. Laura's voice trembled as she revealed the truth, "Peter wasn't the one who killed me. Even though he stole my power, it was one of the council soldiers. Don't trust anyone and stay safe."

Michael absorbed her words, as He nodded, acknowledging the importance of her warning. With a smirk, he responded, "Don't worry, I'll give Peter a good beating for you too."

Laura's smile returned, a mix of pride and sadness. Meanwhile, their mother interjected, assuring Michael, "Don't worry about your memory. They'll start returning slowly later on."

A warm smile crossed Michael's face as he acknowledged his mother's comforting words. With one final goodbye, he disappeared completely from the void.

Meanwhile in the living realm. The scene shifted to a clearing in the woods, where a huge tree stump could be seen. As Michael's body was under deep beneath this tree. His body started to regain consciousness, as His fingers twitched, his eyes then slowly slowly started to open, revealing fiery red pupils.

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Note:

Before anyone ask Michael got his memory sealed when he was small and got false memories planted in his mind by his mother. So don't comment saying "but in the first chapter you said he was a baby", please don't comment that, it's plot ok I was already planning it from day 1, so don't say he was a baby in chapter 1. Those were his false memory, but the fire happened, hope you guys get my point.

Authors note.

Creations hard so please comment how you guys are enjoying the story thus far, dont be afraid to recommend changes you might see take place in the future of the story, Aslo can you guys Drop some power stones please🙏😭, and comment. Eventhough I notice I'm not getting that much anymore but please drop some.