Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mikkel questioned as he felt his stomach rumble with oncoming hunger. Meghaal disliked Stephan with passion on the grounds of him trying to act too perfect. The girl really did have something against fake perfection. "I was thinking of..... Caesar Salad?" She smirked, looking at Mikkel who was already headed to the fridge to grab the ingredients for the next dish. "With dumplings?" "You know us so well, I'm proud of you mi chico" ****************** Over a year ago********************** *Flash back*

He was just messing with you like he always does. But it hadn't felt like nothing. 🪷SOME MINUTES LATER🪷 Molly and I came downstairs, dressed and ready for school. We found Mr. and Mrs. Brennan already at the dining table, and Klaus was there too, eating while scrolling through his phone with a small smile playing on his lips. He was dressed for school—dark jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, and a gray zip-up hoodie left open. His hair was still slightly damp, dark strands falling across his forehead. He looked effortlessly good, the kind of good that made every girl at Classic High lose their minds.

“I’m just... surprised. You’re my roommate and also…” Kael’s irises flickered gold. Elias’s heart raced. “What am I?” Kael asked, stepping closer. “You’re... gay. And I don’t really like gays.” The words came out in a trembling whisper. Elias instantly regretted them. Kael’s wolf growled inside him. “We need him,” it whispered with heat and hunger. The anger warred with desire—and desire was winning. Kael smiled darkly and stepped closer. “Don’t come any closer!” Elias shouted, raising a trembling hand.

Her tongue in my mouth, and I can only think this doesn't feel like anything. Then I heard it. The floorboard creaking in the hallway. Soft sounds of steps coming closer. And suddenly, I knew that Micah was there without even turning around to look. He was there, and I was kissing her back not because I wanted to but because I needed to show something to him, to show myself something. That maybe, just maybe, I was straight, that I was with her because I wanted her, that I didn't want Micah at all. Alicia started moaning against my mouth. She moved her hands under my shirt. All I felt was the cold, hard look of Micah's eyes from the hallway before he turned away and closed the door of his roo

“I suggest you leave her alone now, Mikael. Know that what you did has leave a deep scar within us and when the sun sets, you will have no more mercy from us.” Mikael pants, he didn’t know what to think. All he wants right now is to speak to her alone. He couldn’t describe how happy he was. He wanted to hold her once again. His Eve. His half. Believing Khalid’s threats, Mikael leave but swore that it won’t be the last meeting he will ever have with her. This wasn’t over.

But the cavity has devoured too far and too much of me. I let myself be consoled by Mikael. My head is on his sculpted bicep, and his hands are in my hair. Once again, I'm reminded he's a figment of my imagination because when I inhale his scent, I get nothing. He doesn't smell like my Mikael. I don't get his mix of pine and musk, and it makes me want to break down in more tears. His voice is low like he's about to share a secret. "You're the one who'll leave in the end."

“It’s not too late to fix this. Let the princesses go, and I can talk to the Kings about letting you come back with me. We can rule over our pack together. Just like Mother and Father wanted.” Mason snapped his gaze to Micah. “Who cares what they want? They’re dead,” Mason snapped. “I’m tired of losing people who care for me. You might not have seen it, but Melania cared. She brought love back into my life, Micah. Something not even you could do. So, I’m bringing her back, and there’s nothing you can say that will-Argh!” Mason suddenly falls to the ground. Micah ran to him, watching as Mason’s body flickered. Micah’s first thought was Xenia.

I took a deep breath to control my raging temper. Then, I went back to Mikael's bedroom. He was curled up on his side, on the bed. My eyes widened in alarm when I saw that he was shivering so hard. I got into bed and wrapped my arms around him after placing an extra blanket around us. I pressed a kiss to his jaw and rested my head against his hard chest. "Do you think she can help us for real?" I asked and he let out a shaky breath. "I don't know, Athena. I really don't know. She said she has a book which describes the realm of smoke and bones. But, I don't know what to believe" Mikael croaked. I genty patted his back and let out an exhale.

It was a picture of Klaus and Alice. My chest tightened. Why did Michael look so bothered? Could it be he was…jealous? “Oh,” I said. “You’ve seen the latest gossip.” “Is it…is it possible Klaus cares about her—“ Michael didn’t let me finish. “No,” he replied fast. Too fast. “Klaus doesn’t care about her.” Slowly, I moved closer to him, wrapping my hands around him. “Don’t you miss me?” I whispered, tracing a finger along the hem of his shirt. Then, I pulled him by the collar, slamming my lips against his like I’ve been starved.

The scent of soft vanilla brunt through me and left a faint scent that made me look into his eyes and whisper, "Like the guy from Vampire Diaries… Klaus Mikaelson, you know?" Silence, then a sigh. He put both of his arms around me to trap me in between and warned, "As much as I enjoy seeing drunk, stalker, don't compare me to others when I'm right in front of you."