Klaus Mikaelson Pics Novels & Stories

MAXINE I walked into Klaus' room, looking for Klaus. I spotted him standing, staring at the wall of holograms displayed with a map on it. I walked over to him, clearing my throat to get his attention. "Klaus," I said, sitting down on the chair beside him. "I need to talk to you about something." Klaus turned to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Max?" he asked.

Selene’s Pov Damien kept one hand at my back, guiding rather than restraining, the two of us moving together through a hallway lined with photographs I didn’t recognize — Helena, decades younger, standing beside a man whose face I’d never seen before. “That’s him,” Marcus murmured, pausing beside one frame. “Gabriel Voss. Confirmed.” The man in the photograph had an unremarkable face, exactly the kind built for being forgotten, and something about that ordinariness chilled me more than any obvious menace could have.

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.

She chuckled, her lips curly up to a crazy smile as replied. "Fúck.. yeah." • Meanwhile, in a dark corner, a figure exhaled smoke from his nostrils and lips, his gaze fixed on a picture on his screen. It was a picture of Klaus and Morticia kissing passionately on the beach. The image was vivid, and he had five different shots of them. He pulled out his phone and made a call. "I've got the evidence you requested. They are indeed together." "Good. Deliver them. Make sure it can't be traced back to you," a voice replied on the other end.

I was in a coffee shop with Klaus and Lea as I frowned every time I saw human couples walk by. My eyes went to my phone but still no text nor call from Elijah. “Isn’t Michael cute?” Klaus showed me a picture of his son wearing matching pajamas as him. “He has your eyes.” I commented as Klaus smiled. I drank my coffee as Lea elbowed me. “We brought you here to feel better. He said he needs time, give him time.” Lea said as I sighed.

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

Clark does not wear glasses, but Klaus does because of his poor vision. "No, I can't; not now, Klaus, because if I tell her, she might lose it," I said doing the crazy sign by twisting my finger around my ear. Klaus just kept walking with me, laughing as he showed me my most recent I*******m post on his phone. "Your long-time crush just liked your recent post on I*******m again," Klaus excitedly informed me as he drew his phone nearer to me so I could clearly see what he was displaying. I grinned since it was a screenshot of my most recent post, and I could tell Miles liked it.

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

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