Klaus Mikaelson Pics Novels & Stories

"Follow her! Don't let me repeat myself one more time." ***** A few hours later, Klaus was in his office staring at some pictures on his desk in massive curiosity. Eva was in all of them. In some, she was going into a building, and in some other ones, she was coming out. In another one, she was kneeling beside a boy. Klaus picked out the last one and zoomed into the boy's face as he watched it closely with creased brows for a while. Her words to him that day resonated in his ears

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le

He showed me a picture of Miles from I*******m, who was smiling enthusiastically while seated on the left side of the two swings. Look at that charming face: medium-length side-parted hair, symmetrical eyebrows, hazel eyes, and a sincere, kind grin. That is indeed Miles, a young man with an infectious positive energy that seemed to radiate from him effortlessly. He possessed a unique ability to brighten even the gloomiest of my days. "I think you should read the caption on this picture," Klaus advised. "He also posted it the following day." As Klaus had mentioned, I immediately read the caption.

The sound of the microwave brought me back to reality and I sat down at the kitchen counter to eat. It took me a while to finish before I got up and went back into the living room again. This time Klaus had his laptop on his lap, typing away. Klaus was usually more rigid and didn't loosen up or relax much, but that's when there are other people around, usually, when it was just Keenan and myself, Klaus was much more relaxed. “Hey, are you seeing anything from the company?” I asked and sat down on the same sofa but with a little gap between us.

"In your dreams Mr. Mikaelson." "Well I'm surely gonna have wild dreams tonight about you tonight." Klaus replied. "Ahh my virgin ears." Said.....

Elliot grumbles and a frown slips on Roy’s face. Who the hell was Klaus?

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."

Now, back to the current situation, After the chanting, the MC hush the crowd and continued, "NOW WE SHALL PRESENT OUR KING TO SPEAK OF HIS GRACE!!! I PRESENT... MR.MIKAEL LENOX!! THE CRAZY PHANTOM!!!" As all eyes directed to him, he stood up to show himself, the man sitting beside Mark stood up. It indeed was Mikael. Seeing him stood up as the light above him beams toward his figure I feel my body heats up and my heartbeats grow loud as if it's right beside my ear. Ugh. I can't argue about how he got good looks and a cool vibe but I swear to God, his smile is so adorable, even tho it's more like a smirk than a smile. But even with this, I will still kill him after this all ends right? Will

She murmured whilst Jaxson played a quick game of candy crush on his phone. "Listen, when you go and meet Mr Verrono inside just don't stare at him." Klaus said leaning on his neat side of the table. "Why would I stare at him Matrix?" She asked getting back to see the fishes. Jaxson chuckled finding her funny. It was no doubt that Klaus dressed like a matrix character, especially with those dark shades on. Klaus scoffed at her remark. The betas now stood beside her, catching a whiff of her scent. J: She smells odd?

The scent of him was overwhelming: expensive tobacco and something dark, like old blood. "The Moonblight suits you." Klaus said, reaching out to tilt her chin up with a gloved hand. "It makes your eyes look... vacant, like that of a doll's." Rebecca tried to pull away, but the chains jerked her back. "Let... us... go." She almost spat on his face. "Oh, I will!" Klaus promised, his thumb grazing her jawline. "But first, we have to wait for the guest of honor. Kenziel is already at the border, moving like a man possessed. It’s almost touching, really."