Klaus Comics Novels & Stories

Klaus said during the trip home. “I have nothing to say,” I replied sternly. “You do believe me, right?” “It doesn’t matter what I believe,” I replied, “and I’d very much like to be left alone.” Indeed, I wasn’t sure what to believe. The Klaus I knew wouldn’t endanger the pack because of some random girl he pitied. And he was definitely not superstitious enough to do what he did because he believed in some strange prophecy from a goddess. There had to be something I was missing.

JUDAS : Klaus, Klaus, Klaus!!! KLAUS : Yes my liege ( Klaus replies with a surprised look on his face as Judas jolted him from his thoughts) JUDAS : You seemed lost in thought for a moment, I hope all is well ( He asks with a bit of concern) KLAUS : yes my liege, all is well. I was just thinking about the Damnation ritual coming up ( He lies with a straight face) JUDAS : Oh… .are there any problems with preparation?? ( He asks indulging the young man)

The door bursts open and a familiar man wearing casual clothing walked in, his eyes were blank and there is a sword on his waist, while he was being stopped by two more behind him. "Please! Sir! You can't---!" "Hello, nice to meet you again." The man greeted and ignored the people stopping him from entering. Ich and Kae looked at Klaus, who is wearing casual clothes but the hood of his cloak doesn't cover his face, so Ich recognized him. "You know this guy?" Kae asked, pointing at Klaus. Ich slowly nodded, "Somewhat." Then, he turns to Klaus with an unfriendly expression. "What brings you here?" Klaus wasted no time and got straight to the point, handing Ich the letter he hid under his coat

Ignoring him, Klaus opened his bag. There was another compartment in there, and as soon as he opened it, one could see that it was full of snacks, forming a huge bulge. There were sunflower seeds, peanuts, and mixed porridge. Taking out a bag of jerky, he handed it to Luna. "Would you like some snacks?" Luna was at an utter loss. Why is Klaus sitting beside me and offering me snacks? I don't think our relationship is at that stage yet. What is this old man trying to do?

Several times I tried to get a response from Nathan but it didn't work. I kept telling him not to play the hero and run as far as possible. He was one of Klaus' targets aside from the council, if he looked at him he'd kill him or worse. *** We were close. Klaus kept me by his side while he siphoned me to keep walking. It had barely been a few hours but he was ready to start a war. “This is going to be fun.” he grinned wildly as he stared at the pack house. Fun. That was his word for this madness. For the slaughter waiting inside.

She murmured whilst Jaxson played a quick game of candy crush on his phone. "Listen, when you go and meet Mr Verrono inside just don't stare at him." Klaus said leaning on his neat side of the table. "Why would I stare at him Matrix?" She asked getting back to see the fishes. Jaxson chuckled finding her funny. It was no doubt that Klaus dressed like a matrix character, especially with those dark shades on. Klaus scoffed at her remark. The betas now stood beside her, catching a whiff of her scent. J: She smells odd?

"Letting your guard down is just asking for trouble. You killed the two Sacred Beetles of the Witchhurt Mountain, disrupting the lord's plans. The Witchhurt Mountain will pursue you to the end." Klaus, nearing his end, revealed everything in an attempt to intimidate Alexander. However, Alexander remained unfazed, his expression unchanged. "Blow your own trumpet all you want. Boasting doesn't pay taxes." Klaus, weakened by loss of blood, spoke feebly, lacking the strength to back his words. Alexander did not believe that a single person could challenge the might of the Witchhurt Mountain. Klaus was a dying man, and Alexander did not want to waste any more words on him. He could go wherever he

He asked, and still smiling, “I denied it; it's true that I don't look that age.” "We're the same age, Klaus" said an elated Sven. "Really? What month are you from?" I asked. "I'm from the 30th of December." Sven answered with a smile. "October 13th. But don't call me , just plain Klaus, okay?" "I think so," said Sven. "Did you just meet each other too?" Kane asked us. "Yes, Klaus saved me from being buried to death by those little boxes of marshmallows." looked at him in disbelief at Sven's words.

Markus replied. Klaus's jaw hardened as he spoke, but he didn't mind Markus. He has to accept it, the dude was pretty funny when he wanted to be. "I'm glad you know that." He heard Markus chuckle. "Uhmm, Klaus." He called out. Klaus narrowed his eyes as he stepped out of the building. It was only a matter of time until the building exploded. He had given orders for the army of guards to fill the building up with explosives, and blow it up once they were out.

Author pov “Klaus, your time is over!” My deep, resonant voice reverberated through the space as he stood at the entrance, gripping his weapon—a red-robed axe—with white-knuckled intensity, his gaze locked on Klaus. Lexi and Markus had to step aside, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. "Wow! It's been ages. Mr. Jed Bartlet!" Klaus exclaimed, stroking his hair as he approached the old man. Without missing a beat, he turned to Lexi and laughed. "Scared, are we?"