Klaus Mikaelson Fanfic Novels & Stories

It’s too much to handle—Miles finally loses control and releases. "Oh... oh, Moon Goddess..." Miles groans loudly as Micheal swallows everything he has to give. His body pulses, sending wave after wave down Micheal's throat. When the intensity finally fades, Micheal rolls over, pulls the covers up over them both, and nestles close to Miles for a deep kiss. "Wow," Miles breathes, "moonbrew has never tasted this good." "I thought you'd like it, Alpha," Micheal giggles, nuzzling into the crook of Miles's neck. "After we shower, could you take me over to the Moonfang Student Lodge? Charlotte texted saying my laundry is ready."

I left a good two feet of space between us. "Closer," Klaus said. I moved an inch. "Liam, the world needs to see that we are close. Get over here." I gritted my teeth and slid over until our shoulders were touching. I could feel the heat coming off him. It felt strange. For two years, I had imagined what it would be like to be near him again. I thought I would feel happy, or maybe even safe. Instead, I just felt a deep, aching sadness. "Look at the camera," Klaus said. He pulled out his phone and held it up.

Klaus's tummy was getting bigger; he looked so beautiful and tender, and I love seeing him like that. We left the room, and Crow was waiting next to Drew and Detective Rawlins. Good afternoon, Mr. Cross. Nice to meet you, young Klaus. I'm Detective Rawlins. Klaus is him. "Nice to meet you, Detective Rawlins. I'm Klaus Oakluster," said he with a smile. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were not married." "Not yet, but hopefully soon, right, Norman?" My omega asked. I smiled big and excitedly; Klaus felt it because she smiled so beautifully at me. I kissed him on the forehead, and we heard Drew's throat clearing.

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

“The day Mira would beg me for help.” She turned to me, eyes shining with pure excitement. “As long as I’m alive, you and Klaus are endgame.” Tina frowned. “Why are you so obsessed with them ending up together?” “Because I ship them,” Chloe shot back without missing a beat. “And I’m not the only one. We are many. We even have a name.” She paused for effect. “Miklause FC.” I stared at her. “…You people need help.” Tina nodded in agreement, then turned back to me, more serious this time.

Unable to decipher his true intentions, I turned my attention back to my friends, attempting to shake off the awkward encounter. I couldn't help but wonder why our eyes had locked for that brief moment. Was it merely a coincidence, or was there something more? I found myself stealing glances in his direction, searching for some sign that he had felt the same connection. "Hey, I saw that," Klaus murmured, as he leaned closer grinning like an idiot. He knew me better than anyone else, and it was no surprise that he saw me staring at Miles once again. Klaus was the kind of person who never missed a beat, always attentive and observant.

She looked at him directly in the eyes in the worst possible way, while Stefany, another friend of hers, and Jisoo kindly picked up the fallen papers. "Hi, Tom," said Jisoo, the dark-eyed girl, gruffly as she gathered the papers. "I thought you'd skip classes like you've done the whole damn week." Her tone was sarcastic and cynical; I must add that she can't stand Mikaelson. She thinks he believes he's the ultimate and he's not. That much was clear to her. TOM MIKAELSON HONSON:

Because he sounded inconvenienced. Tyler shot Marcus a quick warning look before turning back to me so fast it almost gave me whiplash. “You know how stressful the pack merger has been,” he rushed out. “This was just—it was physical, okay? That’s all this was.” His voice kept stumbling slightly around the edges despite how hard he tried smoothing it over. “You know Marcus likes men,” Tyler continued desperately. “I was helping him out, Claire. It doesn’t change anything between us.” Helping him out.

Mia He lifted me onto the counter without breaking the kiss, his hands firm on my waist. I tried to respond, to feel something…anything, but it was different. It wasn’t like with Rolex. Maxello’s lips moved against mine with tenderness, but every time I closed my eyes, it wasn’t his face I saw. It was his. That deep, taunting voice. That rough touch. That fire I hated myself for craving. Why was I thinking of him now?

The ice may have been thick but with my power it would be like glass. "Mazaya." Klaus yelled as he eyed me. He had stood up fast. His outfit was a mess and his crown was missing. But he still stood like he ruled. I wouldve spooned over him but I only looked at him and felt nothing but anger and hate. He cheated on me. Anyone and everyone knew that she only gave out favors for favors in return that were always sexual.