Klaus Mikaelson Book Novels & Stories

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

We all knew he would never allow me to have a meeting without him again and that I would never truly trust him again but still it would work out for us. "Don't push it, I'm only helping because I would rather watch you become the most powerful dictator than watch her destroy all universes." He stated as he looked up at me with narrowed eyes. He looked back down and quickly back up at everyone. "Anyways we need to be prepared for when Ariella gets of age. All Gods that Mazaya In trusted in knows that you've gained access to the book. Mazaya didn't just give me the ultimate power, dozens if not more have it but they are in hiding. And she made sure as soon as the book changed hands everyone wh

There were a few things I failed to notice in the haze of unsurity, Mikaela’s grip over the glass, and Rasmus’s scream. *****

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

I bent to scoop up the little dog. “Thank you,” I said softly. Klaus leaned across the table and hugged me, brushing his lips against my temple. “I knew you’d like it.” Then he stood, straightened his coat, and with a final smile, left the hall, his boots echoing across the marble floor. The moment the doors closed behind him, I exhaled shakily, clutching the dog to my chest. My wolf stirred again. I had to find that book, now he was distracted. This could be my chance.

Did he mean we in the sense of him and me, or we in the sense of him and the guild? The caretaker nodded eagerly. "Naturally. I don't want to face this monster a second time. Here. ”He pulled a bunch of keys out of the blue overalls and handed them to Reese with a large key first. "This will open the boiler room." He glanced at the door nervously. “It's so quiet in there all the time. Why? I mean ... shouldn't it have to be somehow ... I don't know, freak out or something? Do theater to get out? " "It's waiting for the door to open," Reese said simply, and was absolutely right. Why exercise wildly and waste energy? It was not for nothing that proles were considered the most intelligent being

Akeem handed Mathias a small book and a pen, instructing him to jot down everything he could remember about himself. Mathias diligently scribbled in the small book for several minutes, until Dr. Akeem deemed it sufficient. "Okay, thanks. You can give me the book now," the doctor requested, and Mathias complied, passing the small book to him. As Dr. Akeem perused the pages, he was taken aback. The book was filled with peculiar symbols and an unfamiliar language, except for one recurring name: Clara. "What is all this?" the doctor inquired.

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le

Next month I will be going to Ursana for two weeks as I am attending a surgeons' conference. The greatest surgeon in the world will be our lecturer and I didn't want to miss it. The book I had been devouring just now was authored by this great surgeon. Dr. Gianni Klaus is a genius, he's just 32 years old and already had considerable feats in the medical field. Learning at his feet would be great. After my shift came to an end, I didn't go home but went to a bookstore and bought two of the books Dr. Klaus had written. He has written five books and I have three of his books already, so I have his five books now.

The sections are labeled and I find my way to the history section. "What material exactly are you out for?"I almost jump in fright at his sudden voice beside me. "Oii, Did you forget my presence already, Mikrös?' He asks playfully. Rather too playfully. Not knowing what to make of his friendly acts, I reluctantly reply him. "I'm looking for a book on moon-madness." "What? Are you moon-mad, Mikrös?" ''Do I look like I'm moon mad?" His eyes darkens a fraction as he replies me. "They don't write it on one's forehead do they?"