Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Elijah asked. “Klaus is intelligent, he does his work efficiently, he knows how to comfort and understand people. He was just someone who doesn’t like seeing people in pain especially children. Klaus is also cunning, seductive and he is handsome after all I raised him. Klaus isn't his ancestor Conrad Vitya who killed Yelena.” “And what about me?” Elijah asked as he stared into my eyes deeply. Elijah slowly lowered his lips closely to mine as my gaze moved from his lips to his eyes.

It instantly started to bubble in response to the markings. "I Damon Bloodstone, Prince of Gardenia, summon the King of the Underworld, Balthazar Kolgrim." The temperature of the room dropped. My hair stood on end as black smoke pooled from the circle. It swirled around us, filling the room with the smell of sulphur. I wrinkled my nose, forcing myself to breathe through my mouth. I waited for him to appear, but then the smoke vanished, and the room warmed up again. "Well, so much for that plan," Kier scoffed, and I shook my head.

“And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.” The sun grew brighter. Dad squeezed my hands as an ecstatic warmth rushed through us. It filled my veins and seized my muscles. My vision filled with a bright white light, as I felt like my feet had come off the ground. We could have been floating miles in the air, but my Dad still gripped me. He didn’t let go until the light faded and my vision cleared. Every wolf in the clearing kneeled. The men, women, old and young. Each one of them bowed their heads.

Ezra, who was sitting beside me, got up from his chair and extended a hand to the Lycan, shaking it. “I believe that you of all people should be aware of my support for Mikhail.” Ezra answered, raising an eyebrow at Killian. “The main question is why are YOU here? I believe that you are a rival?” “Yes, I was a rival to Mikhail’s father, but that does not mean that I have to be toward his son. You know, a family rival can end somewhere, and I choose for it to end with his father.” Killian said, looking at Mikhail who frowned at the sight of the Lycan. Ezra put his hand on his chest, pushing him back.

DEA I was putting together my presentation for the seminar for more than half the day, distracting myself from my real problems. When I opened the email last night, I was excited but it was short-lived when I read the names of the other scientists that were going to be there as well. Dr. Jason Yates stood out to me and all of a sudden I was a sobbing mess yet again but I found my happy place as I buried my head in Victor's pillow and inhaled a scent I could only relate to him.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Freya When Michael and I got back to the penthouse, I could still feel the sadness on his face. I know that he still blames himself for what happened to the fallen werewolves. "I'll just take a quick shower, mate," Michael said to me when we entered the room and I just nodded at him in response. I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva when I saw Michael taking off his clothes one by one until he was completely naked, he took the gray towel and slung it over his shoulder before he went inside the bathroom.

' I asked the patroller as I hit the whip on the ground, making Alexa shriek, and I saw Aeon jolted from his position, trying to sit. "I, Young Alpha Aeon Mikaelson, reject you, Alexa Castello…" A smile tugged on my mouth as he began his rejection. At the same time, the answer to my question came. 'Alpha Aurelius and Alpha Audrus from the North.'

“What? No….no I didn't. You're lying. I would never do that” The voice cackled as if I just said something extremely funny. “You cannot change who you are. Your true identity. Accept me and we can do great things together. Destroy everyone who hurt you” “What are you saying? What true identity?” The world around me faded and I was back in the fog again. “Hello” all I heard was an echo of my own voice. I turned when I heard someone coming behind me. Lukas appeared from the fog, his lips curled up in a smile.

a voice boomed from the doorway. Silas walked in, followed by Jonas. They looked like they hadn't slept, their eyes bright with the fever of the hunt. Jonas held a tablet, his fingers flying across the screen as he pulled up a map of the city. "Klaus moved three times in the last six hours," Jonas reported, his clinical tone stripping the man of his humanity. "He’s erratic, using burner accounts and shifting through the lower-tier safe houses. He’s trying to create a trail of breadcrumbs, waiting for us to snap."