Klaus Mikaelson Book Novels & Stories

I nodded at her and grabbed the book. Venturing towards Micha’s room, I noted the aftermath—chaos and debris lingered everywhere. The arch-demon’s might have exceeded all my expectations. I stepped inside; Micha was sitting up, eagerness radiating from him. We placed the book on the bed, and it opened like a flower at dawn. Golden script illuminated the pages. “Hearts heavy with concern, I sense the questions brewing in your minds.” “I hold no strategies, merely stories of past events. As a book, I cannot think for you. However, I can share some insights that may help your quest.”

He handed it to me. "The Rules of Engagement. Written by a Voidborn diplomat three hundred years ago. Read it. Memorize it. We'll practice scenarios tonight." I took the book. It was lighter than it looked. "What kind of scenarios?" Kael's lips curved. Not quite a smile. Something sharper. "Tonight, I'm going to pretend to be every monster at the Conclave. I'll say things designed to break you. To make you flinch. To make you cry. Your job is to stand there and give me nothing."

Micah allowed her maid's words to sink deep into her subconsciousness before finally pushing away her thoughts. "I can't help but feel a spur of bad energy whenever I come across her. But everyone is so entangled by her beauty, they are simply too blinded to notice anything suspicious." Micah said, then shifted her gaze to the book in front of her. She glanced at the book, which had drawings of different types of snakes and their species. She flipped the pages, and hours passed by as she continued to read, the breeze from the open windows she was seated close to making the night seem long.

a familiar husky voice says suddenly and I turn around to see Chris, one of my mom's hitmen who I had the misfortune of having to inherit. "I wasn't exactly expecting to see a palace or anything but I'll be honest, it's worse than I thought," I confessed and he stared back at me coldly. "It's actually the most decent one we have, trust me," he told me and I scoffed. "Well then, I guess I should be thanking you for your kindness," I replied sarcastically and he rolled his eyes before leading me towards the entrance of the old warehouse where they had kept Katherine.

Alicia’s POV I remembered the plane ride, or at least the beginning of it. Throughout the way there, after Mikael had revealed we would be going on vacation, i had been brimming with excitement without fail. Once I settled in by Mikael’s side, a feeling akin to contentment washed over me, and I leaned into him, inhaling his cologne that suited him to a tee, and the sound of him turning over the pages of the book he was reading - a Fantasy novel, which I could hardly believe - was soothing to my ears. It wasn’t long until the buzz of the champagne kicked in and my body melted into his. Slowly I drifted off without meaning to, unaware of what else would happen.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?

I repeated my question and saw Molly look from me to Mikel, who I saw was reading through some pages of the how to seduce a dragon book. Why was he asking me silly questions when I was held hostage in their Dragunite kingdom and couldn't train as the warrior I was? "You can leave," Mikel dismissed Molly again, but I said, "No." "Why?" Mikel finally asked me, still not dropping the book, and I wondered why he was still reading through the silly erotic book.

Seriously! *** Mikael's Mansion Manhattan, New York, US. 2 AM Mikael opened his eyes in surprise when he heard moaning and sobbing beside him. With sleepy eyes that were still not fully awake, Mikael reached out to Claire, shaking her body that was still sobbing in a dream—a nightmare. Mikael vaguely remembered that he had just had a dream too—a dream about a little part of the past when he and Claire were still living in the Williams mansion.

One that might even be the reason for my boiling temperature and the poor dude probably didn’t want to be anywhere that. I took a swig of the dark brown liquid, relishing in the cold, burning aftertaste, my mind overworking as it has been doing since my last encounter with that fucker, McKell. Hyper fixating on that so-called advice of his has become my new obsession and my time ever since was spent on thinking, predicting, my enemy’s next move. Silence was as deadly as action and Alexei Mikhalov’s days long silence was just foreboding as a crow circling overhead. It was disturbing, and downright ticking me the fuck off.