Klaus Mikaelson In The Books の小説・ストーリー

Those golden eyes, that hair, those beautiful white wings, and that golden armor He was stunning, and he had his sword pressed against my neck. I grinned. After everything I'd done to him, I wouldn't care if he took my life. "You are back!" I exclaimed. I almost didn't expect him to answer at how tight his jaw was clenched and how stoic his eyes were, as they looked like they could drill a hole through my heart and destroy the rest of my heart like he did before. "I never left." His voice was cold. He had always been emotionless, and yes, he never left. He was Kai, the soulless human who loved me despite having the memories of Kai, the golden guardian.

She wanted to ride Sugar to Maggie’s house and find her there sitting on the porch petting Angus, like she had so many times before. She found herself wandering the house and settling in the upstairs den. She pulled Maggie’s book from the bookshelf, holding its bulk to her chest lovingly. It smelled like Maggie. She filled her lungs with its scent. It was all she had left of her dear friend. Opening up the pages, she landed on the section of angels. Surely such a pure soul of Maggie was one now. “Her soul has returned to her other incarnation. Fear not, for she is happy,” Liam said warmly.

I hushed, refusing to look away from the marble floor. Quietly, I adjusted Mikael’s arm over my shoulders again. Eventually, the silence was broken by the groan of his chamber doors. A wave of herbs rushed into our nostrils, and Mikael grunted, clearly disgusted. “You know,” he said as he settled onto the bed, “I do hate Malakai.” I moved toward his walk-in wardrobe, grabbing incense sticks. “Who doesn’t?” I replied while lighting them. Smoke curled upward, veiling Mikael’s faint grin.

I am not admitting this… yet, but I was only the weapon and there was someone else handling me. “Does it matter?” She isn’t pushing me away from her which seems to be a good sign. “He is a Deadman.” I breathe lifting Lilith’s head up slightly with my forefinger and thumb on her chin, before brushing my lips against hers. She tastes of Lilith mixed with saltiness, a source from her tears which sends adrenaline coursing through my veins when she pushes at me at my chest again with both hands but I don’t budge I keep my lips against hers until she opens up for me and I deepen the kiss as if I could never get enough of her. Her taste, her smell, hers soft skin and the way she moans into my mouth

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

They were trembling, the skin pale and cold, but in the center of his palms, the crimson light was still pulsing, slow and rhythmic, like a second heart. He had wanted power. He had wanted to be the Sovereign of the Abribi District, to hold the Heartstone and rewrite the laws of the blood. But he had never wanted this. He had never intended to become a god of accidental death, a monster who could kill a man miles away just by losing his temper. "Klaus!" Zilo shouted, his voice echoing through the empty halls of the Citadel. "Klaus, get in here!" The doors swung open, and Klaus Blackwell stepped in, his expression one of clinical curiosity. He looked at Zilo, then at the smoking, glowing mark

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.

“Berenice is here.” I’m certain Benny didn’t tell anyone about us. If she did, I wouldn’t be standing here, breathing and dreading seeing her again. I’d be six feet under, or worse, burning in the hellfire of his father or Klaus’ anger. “How is she?” The question was out of my lips before I realized it. Markus kept his eyes on Mikael, his large hand ready to catch the child as he slowly took a sitting position. Mikael is the little version of Klaus, green eyes and dark curls, and also inherited his grumpy mood. He started grunting when he couldn’t get a hold of the biggest owl dangling from the center of the overhead gym.

Hands belonging to Ryan grabbed him by his collar suspending him mid-air, a sparkle in his pair of blue eyes at the prospect of making a spectacle at the expense of the unwanted son of the Gamma. However, as soon as he was halted mid-air, he was dropped as quickly at the sound of skin crawling growl that emitted from a raging Hades. "Step away from him." Mikkel felt the figures closest to him distance themselves from him, obeying the wishes of their future Alpha. Cassian looked at his friend in utter confusion, trying to comprehend the intentions behind his command. "Right.. None of you should touch him. Learn from Hades. You don't want to be contaminated with some type of wolf-less disease

Like, chandelier-so-big-it-has-its-own-zip-code massive. We walked into a long, luxurious dining hall, and there he was—Klaus, lounging like he owned the air we breathed. Which, let’s be real, he probably believed he did. But beside him… Oh. Oh, hello. Who the hell is that?! Another ridiculously handsome man was seated next to Klaus, and for a second, I thought maybe someone had duplicated the “hot Mikaelson” template and forgot to turn the difficulty settings down. This guy looked just as powerful. Just as timeless.