Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

Klaus. Aaron. Ugo. Tae-jun. And Tina. They didn’t slow down. Didn’t hesitate. They came straight for us. And Klaus— Klaus didn’t look like himself. His eyes were glowing gold, bright and dangerous. His whole body was tense, like something wild was barely being held back. Even the air around him felt heavy, charged with anger. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. You could feel it. His rage. Raw.

It wasn’t fair to expect her to react differently. “Where am I?” she asked, as I had expected to. “I don’t know this place. This isn't my home.” “It is now,” I heard Mikael’s voice, and did not react, as I noticed his approach. His platinum blonde hair made his skin look paler than it was, and his green eyes stood out with the kohl he applied. Looking at the playful look on his face, anyone would question whether he was a mafia don or not. It was so different from the murderous expression he bore when we confronted Cross.

My heart couldn’t stop racing and soon, the scent grew stronger and I began to feel electric waves running through my veins, causing me to shiver. “Why isn’t it stopping?!” I grumbled in frustration. “Jessica?” His manly voice filled my ears like pleasant music, causing my knees to wobble. “Your name is Jessica, isn’t it?” He asked again. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Alpha Kilhan standing right in front of me. He was dressed in all-black tailored suits and pants. His eyes pierced through my mask, staring right into my soul. I could hardly compose the words I wanted to say. His stare and aura made me blank in a way I disliked.

He exclaimed with a childlike excitement, “I’ve heard so much about you… you are a freaking legend around here!” “Humm…” I replied, unsure of what to say, while I politely bowed at him. “Thank you for your kind words.” “Well, I am Damon… Alpha Damon Michaelson.” He supplied, with his hands stretched out toward me. I reluctantly took it. Something about his name made me shiver. The name rang a bell but I still couldn’t remember where or from whom I had heard it from. Confusedly, I looked up at Klaus and when I saw the frown deeply etched onto his face, it finally made sense.

"So, I need to write down the names of those who will participate, or you can choose among yourselves..." "Katherina!" everyone exclaimed, interrupting him. "Tom, she's the right one," one of his classmates named Kai spoke. In response to what was said, Tom let out a small laugh and spoke: "Well..." He looked at Katherina, the same one who chuckled briefly at the support of her classmates. "So... Katherina..." "Mikaelson," she said, and for some reason, that seemingly flirtatious tone sent shivers down Tom's spine.

“Haze, “ his deep voice rumbled as he raked his eyes all over me. Only HE called me that. “Markos, “ I said almost breathlessly. My heart was beating so fast it muffled all the other noises. My head was spinning so fast, I felt like I could faint just from seeing a ghost from my past. Gone was the tall scrawny kid with innocent features that I knew. He was replaced by an alpha male version that was tall and muscular with his form filling his suit out perfectly. He had a 5 O’clock shadow beard on his face that made him look even hotter and his hair was as dark as it had been before. And his eyes, oh God, his chocolate brown eyes were as beautiful and hypnotic as they had ever been.

His inner beast is fully grounded; he has finally conquered his true place in the dominion. Hazel Hale takes her place at the Lunar Melody Keeper’s bench, her fingers striking the massive silver keys of the pack's ceremonial instrument. Jone takes a massive breath as they reach the edge of the obsidian path. His eyes instantly lock onto Michael Jackson standing at the end of the line. The future Alpha King looks completely awestruck, his dominant posture fracturing slightly as his fierce features soften, raw moisture gathering in his intense golden eyes. Jone has never seen the ruthless commander display such vulnerability, and his own silver vision blurs with sudden, unrefined emotion.

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the ho

I turned around and pressed my back against the cold steel door, ready to fight whatever horror was waiting for me in the darkness. Footsteps approached, unhurried, rhythmic, and terrifyingly calm. The white cloud of flour slowly settled from the air, revealing Mikael standing at the end of the narrow hallway. He looked completely absurd, yet infinitely more dangerous. Fine white powder coated his dark wool coat and dusted his broad shoulders, framing his stark, angular features like a statue carved from marble and ash. But his ice-grey eyes were clear, burning with a dark, intense amusement that made my blood run cold.

Then Elijah went all mental and bit me. I really wanted and needed Kol to be here. — “Ah, miss Mikaelson, you're still awake…” He looks around the room to see a lot of worried family members and friends of mine. “Are you okay with me discussing your health and treatment with people in the room?” An older man asked. “Can you guys step out for a minute? Hazel c-could you please stay?” Everyone nodded and left, Hazel just smiled and nodded. She got up and came closer.