Klaus Comics Novels & Stories

Klaus’s eyes narrowed to slits as he laughed heartily. “You will never let me off easy, are you?” I shook my head, a smile still curving my lips. This conversation was much better than what I expected. Klaus can be fun when he’s not being such a dick. He was much more relaxed, laughing without a care in the world, and I won’t admit this to any soul; this version of him looks really hot. I forced that thought out of my head, reprimanding myself for daydreaming. ‘Down, girl,’ I chewed on my lip. ‘That is Klaus, the self-proclaimed sex god. Red flags are flashing around you.’

"I was gonna tell you something about your lady here applying, but I just had to see for myself the woman that had Luthor Michaelson all worked up first." Luthor growled, but there was no malice between them. Sharon glared at the two men, struggling to take in the news, before she finally managed to find her voice. "You.you're friends?" Klaus grinned. "Sure am. My pack migrated here when Kiason was still number one dog under a deal that we'd help keep the territory in line. We're friends. Right, Luthor?" "Right," Luthor agreed, though there was a pause in his voice. "So I would just appreciate it if you didn't flirt with my wife, Klaus."

His hands transformed into massive paws lined with long, curved claws of dark steel, and his golden eyes burned with the unadulterated fury of a predator that had just been unleashed from a cage. With a single, explosive heave of his shoulders, Klaus shattered the three iron pikes holding him down, the metal shafts snapping into kindling like cheap twigs. He lunged upward from the dirt, his massive claws sweeping through the air in a brutal, horizontal arc. The front captain didn't even have time to raise his obsidian shield; Klaus’s claws sliced cleanly through the heavy iron plate armor, sending the man flying across the square until he slammed violently into the stone foundation of the nu

Rudina asked as she smiled against his mouth. “ I will baby but hearing you talk now, turns me on” Volk said and continued kissing her. They fell into sea of moans and kisses, till they Finally came. ************************************************************************************* “They are all idiots!” Klaus barked at the man who had brought him the message of the attack on the red Crescent pack. He couldn’t believe that not even a single one of his men, had come back alone. He was fuming. He had most men. He mourned the loss of his own pack. They were better skilled at attacks. He hissed loudly when he remembered the army of the pack he took over. They were weak.

His shoulders slumped, not in defeat, but in a strange, weary relief. "I wondered how long it would take you to hear it," Klaus said, his voice no longer the humble quartermaster’s, but the cold, measured tone of a man who had negotiated for his life and won. "You’re very loud, Sofia. Your power is a scream that echoes across the entire continent. It wasn't hard to find the static in your song." "Why?" Jax roared, lunging forward, but Klaus was faster. He pulled a compact kinetic shield from his coat, the blue barrier throwing the gang leader back against the tactical table.

Klaus face twitched in disgust, as if each word leaving Nate’s mouth was insufferable. “This doesn’t explain why you are not dead-ish and instead I am here wasting my time with pitiful jokes” That was hurtful. His description was delightful, and if it were only Lucius there, he was sure he could get at least a half smile out of him. Granted the man would probably just be picturing him naked instead of being amused by his charming sense of humor, but the result would be the same. Klaus, on the other hand, was just a killjoy.

Niklaus I lean back in my chair; the leather creaking under the shift of my weight, and rub at the bridge of my nose, feeling the onset of a headache. Laz sits across from me, his expression grim. The maps and various reports spread out between us only adding to the sense of chaos that has settled over us like a dense fog. “We’ve tried everything, Klaus,” Laz says, breaking the silence. “There’s still no way to get a clear reading on the compound. It’s like Kris is behind a damn fortress of magic or something.”

"—thless." Klaus said, finally releasing his final words from his lips, still on his knees, a little life still left in him. Lucas walked towards him, his face dark with anger, his teeth heightened to that of an animal. Stopping in front of the half-dead chief warrior, he brought the sword out from the heart of Klaus. Raising it up high in the air, he said with unrefined anger: "I will grant you your wish. Didn't I warn you beforehand?"

It material was made from pure gold, glittering and commmading attention. It was a Casino. Klaus turned towards me. “Welcome to my world.” With an unmatchable grace, he stepped out of the car. He held my hand, gently pulling me out of the car. Whispers flew around, curiosity dancing in their eyes. “Boss has a woman now?” “I thought he was gay.” “She’s probably his distant relative.” But the whispers died as Klaus got closer. The security guards that stood stiffly at the entrance, opened the glass door with trembling hands, not daring to look into his eyes.

Klaus said as he moved closer to the wolf-eagle on the rock. Wearing only a long-sleeve shirt and black pants, with his cloak draped over me, he stood tall against the wind and snow. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his long, powerful arms. His tone was dismissive. “Let’s see if you’re any better than the last one.” With a swift motion, he drew the broken staff and wielded it like a sword, striking at the wolf-eagle. “Grrr~~~!” The wolf-eagle screeched, its fangs bared. Its massive wings flapped, sending snow swirling, as it took flight.