Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

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

"I mean, yes. Eventually. It seems like basic courtesy to acknowledge the person who made it possible for me to start over here." Klaus was quiet for a long moment, something complicated passing across his features. "You're looking at him," he said finally. The words didn't make sense at first. I actually looked around, expecting to see someone else who'd joined us in the hallway. "I'm sorry?" "I'm Klaus Blackwood. Alpha King of BloodMoon City." He met my eyes directly. "And you're very welcome for the entry clearance, Dr. Morrison. Though truthfully, Rivera made a compelling case for why you deserved sanctuary here."

“In other words, one delay and he puts his fingers on my supply chain. Two delays and he puts his hands on my throat.” I said, clenching my fist. Elias inclined his head. “Exactly.” Maxine flipped pages, color rising in her cheeks. “We… I… flagged the waterfall as standard. I must have…” “Miss Lewis,” Elias said evenly, “the language is designed to read as standard. You passed what you were meant to pass. We change it. He is choosing to play a dark game. And I am here to stop it.”

Klaus left quietly, emitting a surprising aura of malice. "I'll make you pay, Mike Borin," Klaus said hoarsely, lifting his face, his golden pupils seeming to penetrate through the air where I floated. Instantly, familiar darkness engulfed me, and I lost consciousness once again.

At least, that was what Johan had thought. Then Luca’s phone had buzzed. Jojo: Bro. You won’t believe this. Luca had sighed, unlocking his screen. Jojo: Guess who’s sucking dick like a bitch? Luca’s frown deepened. Jojo: Mikael. On his knees. Like a good little boy pussy. LMAO. Luca’s blood had turned to ice. Mikael. A legend among the Fangs, already feared in the underworld. Brutal. Precise. A name that demanded respect.

“You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?” He bared his teeth. “Klaus.” Caius’s favorite character was an all-powerful asshole of a Vampire who also happened to be sinfully attractive. I should have seen that one coming. As the evening wore on, I had to admit it wasn’t terrible. In fact, it was one of the better Thanksgiving’s I had experienced. All of the ones in the past had been held at my father’s hands. They were events meant to be hosted, meant to be perfect displays of the kind of family we were.

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

The security net was back online. The room was pitch black, saved only by the eerie blue glow of multiple server monitors in the far corner. Before Ethan could take a step, the cold metallic barrel of an automatic pistol pressed hard against his forehead. Behind it stood an old man with wild, snow-white hair and eyes filled with a volatile mix of terror and rage. Dr. Klaus Vance. "Don't move a muscle," Klaus hissed, his hand trembling slightly but holding the gun steady. "You Chronomos lapdogs won't get a single byte of data from me. I'll blow this place to hell first."

He wore a heavy dark coat over his tactical gear, his head covered by a thick hood, but beneath the fabric, the lower half of his face was covered by a molded silver metal mask, scarred, pitted, and gleaming in the faint moonlight. Viktor Vance. "Klaus Dominic," Viktor’s voice rang out over the storm, metallic, distorted, and heavy with a sickening, rasping humor through his vocal synthesizer. "Fourteen years in the dirt, and here you are... still playing lapdog for Clifford Mandell's blood." I didn't raise my rifle. I held my combat knife low at my side, my stance wide, my broad shoulders blocking the cave entrance completely. "You're late, Viktor," I rumbled, my voice carrying over the win