Klaus Comics Novels & Stories

Klaus took a deep drag on his cigar before sighing, the smoke billowing from his nose reminding him momentarily of images of dragons in his childhood comics. "Anika knows," he finally said. “Oh,” Peter said, pursing his lips, feeling sorry for the woman, who was perhaps suffering more than she deserved. Klaus was silent in his office once Péter left, he had given the man a vote of confidence at Anika's request, even if his thoughts told him it was a bad idea, he looked at his computer screen, seeing the image of Anika sitting in the man's room, looking utterly vulnerable and delicate, the fact that she sought refuge in him made her heart clench almost painfully, wishing she would seek comfor

Klaus was a good ruler, he usually left me free to do what I wanted, as long as I kept my part of the border safe, didn't get in the way of politics in general and left the big packs alone. That's why many feared me and tried to stay as far away from my clutches as possible. After all, anyone who crossed my path didn't have a happy ending, but one full of pain and suffering. In fact, one of my favorite shows was to put my enemies in a mansion full of traps and give them the hope that if they got out of there they could have freedom... But well, there's no such thing as freedom in my vocabulary, only strength prevails and also fear, because I'm addicted to the smell that fear brings to beings

She couldn't handle being forced to become part of a crime family. Klaus's voice boomed out again. "You two are so fucking cute together it gives me cavities. Come, let's have some fun and not be so serious." He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small silver box. He opened the box, revealing a small bag of white powder.

But right now since my hormones are in charge of thinking and not my mind, all I can do is lie. And I repeat, I do not want to do anything embarrassing. "Alright then, keep these for me" he hands over his shirt and leather jacket . I take them to my room and guess what I do, I perceive the smell of the rich perfume on his jacket and when I decide that I'm never getting enough, I put on the jacket and keep the white T-shirt in my wardrobe. Klaus smells just like heaven!. ************************************ By seven pm, Klaus and are cuddled up on a couch in the living room watching comedy videos on Netflix. It was a tug of war deciding what to watch earlier but we finally settled on comedy a

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."

"I mean, yes. Eventually. It seems like basic courtesy to acknowledge the person who made it possible for me to start over here." Klaus was quiet for a long moment, something complicated passing across his features. "You're looking at him," he said finally. The words didn't make sense at first. I actually looked around, expecting to see someone else who'd joined us in the hallway. "I'm sorry?" "I'm Klaus Blackwood. Alpha King of BloodMoon City." He met my eyes directly. "And you're very welcome for the entry clearance, Dr. Morrison. Though truthfully, Rivera made a compelling case for why you deserved sanctuary here."

Elijah asked. “Klaus is intelligent, he does his work efficiently, he knows how to comfort and understand people. He was just someone who doesn’t like seeing people in pain especially children. Klaus is also cunning, seductive and he is handsome after all I raised him. Klaus isn't his ancestor Conrad Vitya who killed Yelena.” “And what about me?” Elijah asked as he stared into my eyes deeply. Elijah slowly lowered his lips closely to mine as my gaze moved from his lips to his eyes.

Klaus’s voice was controlled, cold and without exerting stress, dripped with power and dominance. The club was silent now. Music had stopped playing and everyone — vampires and humans alike are watching the scene. No one stepped in. Vishkar felt embarrassed by Klaus’s words, but because he’d already seen people crowd to watch, he didn’t want to look weak, “let her go, Klaus. Or we’ll fight this out.” Klaus laughed and they single laugh let me know he was unafraid. In face, he sounded more dangerous that this crazy Vishkar.