Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

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.

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

He wore a black jumpsuit emblazoned with the insignia of Phoenix-4, and a confident smile spread across his face as he watched us approach, getting closer I recognized him. "Welcome, Maxine," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm your instructor, NiKlaus. We'll be working together to unlock the secrets of your powers." I felt my heart jump at the taught of him being my instructor."Niklaus will be your instructor, he is the best so far at Vortex...He is my son." She said as my eyes immediately darted towards her and him as she led me into the training room with Klaus trailing behind, my eyes scanning the space for any sign of what lay ahead. McKenna led me to a group of four individuals, ea

Klaus's tummy was getting bigger; he looked so beautiful and tender, and I love seeing him like that. We left the room, and Crow was waiting next to Drew and Detective Rawlins. Good afternoon, Mr. Cross. Nice to meet you, young Klaus. I'm Detective Rawlins. Klaus is him. "Nice to meet you, Detective Rawlins. I'm Klaus Oakluster," said he with a smile. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were not married." "Not yet, but hopefully soon, right, Norman?" My omega asked. I smiled big and excitedly; Klaus felt it because she smiled so beautifully at me. I kissed him on the forehead, and we heard Drew's throat clearing.

Because standing at the doorway is not the untrustworthy boy wearing shadowy clothes ready to give me all the information I need. Instead, it’s my worst nightmare in the form of an alluring immortal. I recognize him immediately as Sinful, the immortal who warned me to stay away from Kael. And now here I am, sitting over his unconscious body. He sweeps into the room, all otherworldly poise and grace. Shadows creep behind him, disappearing and forming like fragile mist. Oh great.

He swallowed and stated once more, "Mikael is a monster. It's like a Trinity tentacle. If he discovers that we fled from this cell, the plan will be thwarted." "Who is Mikael Vortei?" Oswin inquires. I agreed by nodding. He smirked as if he knew what he was going to do with the butler. "Do you recognize him?" Oswin gave a nod. "I can handle him!" he says confidently, raising his fingers for a snap.

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Kaleb Sacramone makes no sense. No sense at all. Mikael's not dead. The man I talked to mere hours ago was everything but dead. Guttenbrieg's Lieutenant General often sucked at making coherent sense, but this is simply ridiculous.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

Richards Pov I was exhausted but I don't want to give up, not again, I have a lead to save Dame, I am running through this whole forest to reach that place, which will be closed soon, so far I never thought this place ever existed. All reckoned that place is just a folk story now it is confirmed really exists all thanks to Hansa, yep only true mate of Leo who is white witch queen and one of three sentries who were a witch, a hybrid, and a warlock. We three were the ones supposed to protect the Savior of the supernaturals for that we must protect his source of power. Confusing? Let me explain, Savior was the person who was blessed by all mighty and a true warrior of god who was born to protec

It was crisp, synthesized, and terrifyingly calm. "To the anomaly designated 'Ghost', and the combatant designated 'Daximus Steele'," the voice echoed from my deck's small speakers. It was a voice that hadn't spoken in a century, yet it carried the absolute weight of a god who had just changed the rules of the game. "I am Founder Silas. You have proven to be an exceedingly persistent variable." Dax’s jaw tightened. He slowly pushed himself up from the mud, resting his hand on the hilt of his Phase-Knife.