Blood Battle Blockade Klaus Novels & Stories

she complained, Klaus looked at her horrified, finally breaking the distance and holding her face in his hands. “You are pale, do you feel dizzy?” he asked, taking her arm carefully, taking a step into the room and leading her to the bed, where there was evidently a small crime scene in progress. "Is that all your blood?" he complained, looking at her, annoyed. "How come you don't care more about your health, woman?" “Klaus, it's normal bleeding,” she assured him, before adding, “I thought you weren't afraid of blood, how did you put it? To 'stain your sword'.” Klaus narrowed his eyes in her direction.

Ahh, so this morning wasn’t a fluke. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She growls, bringing me out of it as she takes her place next to the woman I saw earlier. “I want the fucker who killed my warriors and Beta.” Klaus snarls but stops as he looks at the women. He tilts his head and licks his lips while his eyes go up and down at Tess and the other woman. Robbie and Evan growl lowly, and I make my presence known by growling slightly louder and letting out my aura. His head snapped up to me as I walked up next to Tess.

"If you kill her, I would kill you and go back to the council, and I'll make sure to pay a visit to the grieving sweet Tiffany. After I rape her, I would shoot her between the eyes." Klaus removed the knife from my neck and sliced my arm. The action took not only me by surprise but Jonas too. Klaus jumped off my bed and wrestled Jonas to the ground, knocking the gun out of his hand. I quickly used the knife on my bed to slice out a piece from the bedsheet and wrap it around the gash on my hand. I would deal with that later, but in the meantime, I returned my focus to the men going at it. They both had their hands wrapped around each other's necks, attempting to strangle each other. By other

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.

She was crying and struggling as she wore the pajamas that looked like it wasn't hers. Michael trembled as he watched the scene unfold in the video. Elena, on the other hand, was able to hold on to his arm as the two of them watched the video while sitting on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, a shot was heard from the video and he saw it go straight to the head of Alba, making both Michael and Elena freeze. The shot made Alba's body go limp, and as her blood spilled from her forehead, her entire face was covered by her hair. She remained seated as the ropes that held her had kept her in place. The shot and Elena's gasp echoed in the silence of the night.

“We already know the answer to that, don’t we, Xena?” I let him have his moment. For now. And just like that, our world shifted. Not with war. Not with blood. But with a single vow, sealed beneath a Venetian sky.

“I do. Every single day. But I can’t turn back. I won’t abandon her. I won’t abandon this pack.” His voice rose again, cracking under the weight of it all. “So stop acting like I don’t bleed too!” The room trembled with the force of his confession. For a fleeting second, something fragile filled the air something almost human enough to mend what had been broken. But Caroline let the silence stretch until it snapped. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. Deadly quiet. “You bleed?” she repeated softly, disbelief threading through every syllable. “No, Klaus you chose.”

And now… now I can't. Antonio approached slowly. Because we are not them. Because you can choose to. Alessandro looked at him. Choose what? To be different. To be better. To be part of something. The gun trembled in his hand. De Luca seized the moment to struggle, to free himself from the gag. Don't believe it! He shouted. He killed my men. He was killed… Alessandro turned, his gun raised. Dante stepped in front of him. No!

It was a beautiful, expensive cage. Klaus was standing by a long kitchen island, pouring water into a glass. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. "You’re late," he said. "The traffic was bad," I replied, staying near the elevator. "And I had to wait for the doctor to give me an update."

The priest starts his opening remarks “Dear beloved, we are gath….“ Klaus raised a brow to know if I was all right, and I nodded softly. 'I was not; I had just seen the most insane thing of all on my wedding day.' “Klaus Duncan, do you take Ophelia Laurent to be your wife, to love and cherish her, through joy and sorrow in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you apart?“ A little flower girl walks up to us with the rings, with a sweet smile on her face. “I..“ Just Before Klaus could pronounce those words that would bind him to me, a gunshot rang in the hall, and the side of Klaus's head created a small hole with blood spouting out of it, his eyes went hollow, and the smile on his face earli