Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Wolves yelp as gravity snaps back briefly, sending Blake crashing face-first into Ethan’s shoulder. “Oof—hey!” Blake protests. “Buy me dinner first!” Ethan shoves him off with a grin. “Focus.” “I am focused. On not dying.” The Arbiter’s voice tightens, losing some of its perfect modulation. Primordial entity, your interference violates— Everything violates something, the Sleeper replies lazily. You’re just louder about it. The Crown inside me thrums—not afraid, not panicked—but relieved. Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again.

“You exceeded expectations.” Kael moves in front of me. “Back up.” The man ignores him completely. “I’m Jonas Hale,” he says to me. “Custodian Prime.” My skin crawls. “You erased people,” I say flatly. He nods. “We preserved the species.” “You enslaved it.” “Order always feels like that to the disordered,” he replies calmly. I feel the city stir at his presence—uneasy, alert. “What do you want?” I ask. “To make you an offer,” he says. “One you’re uniquely qualified to accept.”

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.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“I’m lying somewhere, scared out of my mind, and this is all just some cruel illusion.” “If only,” he said, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t place—hope, maybe, or resignation. A heavy silence fell between us, broken only by the soft drip of unseen moisture. “I’m Klaus,” he said at last, his voice almost gentle. “Klaus Króna. Second prince of Króna, the werewolf territory of Parlem.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ‘A prince? How does a prince end up in a place like this?’

I nod feeling relieved at his words and also slightly amused that he knew how I would feel. "Oh, and Lola's magic has been bound. She can't cast any spells until the bound is removed so you don't have to worry." I swear this man constantly knows what I'm thinking, it's both terrifying and satisfying at the same time. "Come on let's head down. Unless you've changed your mind?" The hopeful look on his face is cute but won't work. "Let's go," I say then wait for him to take the lead. He keeps hold of my hand while he punches in a code to open the door to the cell then guides us down a bunch of creepy-looking steps and along a narrow hallway. This place is pretty creepy and not somewhere I would

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

"Hi Kelsi, he greeted, with a boyish grin. "Uh..Hi" I said shyly looking elsewhere, so he would not see my blush. "How're you doing?" His voice came out warm and soft, sending tingling sensation through my body. "Fine, thanks" I mumbled quickly, bitting a large portion of my meat pie. I couldn't help but admire Lexy, he was absolutely handsome, his voice, the way he gets excited or laughed, melts my heart. The sound of his laughter was like a music to my ears, I could sit and hear him laugh all day.