Joseph Morgan As Klaus Novels & Stories

Kevin’s head snapped up instantly, his face lighting up with pure joy. “Grandpa!” the little boy shouted, abandoning the ball and running as fast as his small legs could carry him toward the doorway. Lowell Morgan stepped inside, tall and imposing in a tailored dark suit, his silver hair neatly combed. The powerful head of the Morgan family carried the same commanding presence that had built their empire, yet his expression softened the moment he saw his grandson. He knelt down just in time to catch Kevin, who launched himself into his arms with a delighted squeal.

"How insane you're driving me right now." Morticia chuckled. "Oh yeah? You're my prince, and I'm your Cinderella." She spun and fell into his arms, their gazes locking affectionately. Meanwhile, Ava gawked. What in holy hell is happening? The genuine smile on Klaus's face was rare, and it wasn't lost on Josephine. "When was the last time I saw him smile like that?" she murmured. Then Ava's eyes widened as something clicked. The tebby bear. Klaus was the teddy bear!

"It starts with a k and sounds very different from the name of the white-bearded make-believe old man." "I have a feeling you'll ruin Christmas for your kids," I bluntly told her and she smiled. " So who is this... Klaus?" I finally asked. With disbelief in her eyes, Abby looked toward Jake who was now looking like he didn't give a care about the world. "How do you not know the name of that gorgeous man? That..." Abby's eyes were dreamy, it scared me a bit. "That man is such a beauty with his gorgeous, mystical eyes and perfect lips and his ass..." She drew a long breath and clasped her hands over her chest. "... such a piece of art."

Klauss answered and gave Mort the finished spices he had chopped. "Ah, he must be planning something to bring me down. It's not surprising that he approached Yakov." Mort said as he mixed the spices and other ingredients as one inside the cooking pot. "What do you mean, Boss?" Klaus asked curiously. His brow furrowed slightly. "His father once worked at the clan," Mort replied plainly. Klauss didn't ask any further questions as he sense the Boss didn't want to say another word about it. He waited for more, but Mort say no more left Klauss's curiosity hanged in the air. After a long minute of silence, Klauss suddenly spoke.

Nicklaus said walking into the room. "Do you like my little gift?". Klaus asked pointing to the head. "get out of my house Klaus!". Morgana shouted. "Well am not leaving without the little witch". Nicklaus said. Morgana rushed at him with full speed but he kicked her and they both crashed to the ground. Min Ho chanted a spell and they both dropped unconscious to the ground. "Well, your hatred made everything easy". Min Ho grinned wickedly. "Time to finish what we started all the whole time".

Just as she was about to shake off his hand, a Land Rover slowly pulled up outside the school gate and Klaus came down from the driver's seat. Luna didn't know where Justin got the idea that she was marrying an old man after dropping out from school. As Damian was about to pick him up like a little chick, Klaus suddenly showed up. Finally, he wasn't wearing Damian's military coat when he got out of his car. Instead, he was wearing a black fur coat, looking casual and young. After taking off his sunglasses, he scanned through the group of people gathered by the school gate with his deep green eyes before walking toward them.

"I heard your lament. A brilliant mind, a noble lineage, trapped in a cage of flesh and bone. I can unlock those dormant abilities. I can give you the stamina and the heighted senses you crave. I can make you what you were always meant to be." Jose stared at her for a moment, the silence stretching thin. Then, he snorted. A sharp, mocking laugh escaped his throat. "Right. And let me guess, you’re a fairy godmother? Or maybe a Sith Lord?" He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. "Who are you really?" "I am Morgana," she replied, her voice dropping to a dangerous, icy register. Jose’s laughter returned, louder this time. "Morgana? Seriously? What, is Merlin in the hallway getting us

I mirrored his excitement and bumped my fist against his, a wide smile spreading across my face. "Good to see you too, Klaus," I said warmly. "I like your new glasses, by the way," I added, pointing to the stylish frames perched on his nose. He chuckled, adjusting the glasses as he sat down opposite me. "It's impressive that you noticed, so thanks," Klaus said, gesturing towards Klaus while wearing a playful smile. "Anyway, Clark's a bit grumpy today, so we'll take our leave first. See you later, guys," Klaus added, waving his hand as he began to tug at Clark's sleeve, urging him to leave.

I felt him stir as he lifted his head and looked at me sleepily. I smiled at him and said “Hey, did I wake you?” My sudden change in heartbeat must have alerted him into waking up, since his head was directly on top of my heart. He shook his head a little as he got up, leaned against the sofa, and ran his hands through his hair in a sign of nervousness. I got up and leaned against the sofa as well while facing him with wariness seeping into me. “Joseph just mind linked me. He wants to talk to us about something important. They are waiting for us at their place” said Klaus carefully.

Klaus was seated on amongst the high twelve, because he was the head of the table. By his right hand was Markus Dane, his best friend and brother, as it ought to be. In the dark field, under the blood red moon that settled in the sky that rested above all their heads, Klaus's ears paid attention to the eerie whistling of the wings of the night, and the rustling of the trees, the sound of gossip amongst plants. He was not supposed to keep his ears on the plants and birds, but he would rather do that than listen to the gibberish that was being melted out by members of the lower twelve that were seated around their round table.