Klaus Mikaelson Pics Novels & Stories

The best bet was to go Maximo, but the cursed bastard doesn’t take kindly to losers. We were just about to go over the pack borders when I saw them. It was a blur at first, and I had to double back to make sure I was not dreaming. I instantly morphed back into a human so I could sneak up on them. Kyle and the others did the same. “That’s Klaus,” Kyle whispered, “this is a golden opportunity. He’s alone and vulnerable.” Klaus was hunched to the ground, his frame covering another human figure on the ground. “Alpha?” Kyle pressed.

As the God teleported to the table Luther's eyes widened as he felt the power coming off of him. The white haired guys eyes changed to purple instantly. "I know alot about her but You can call me Klaus by the way." Klaus stated as he sat down making himself comfortable. "I could help you out you know. I have an offer you may like." Klaus stated having Luther look at him funny. "You can give me Mazaya back?" Luther asked. He knew Mazaya was his ticket to the ultimate power. Klaus shook his head already knowing that was something Luther wanted. He was obsessed with Mazaya.

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.

Klaus doesn't care and starts to eat, taking the plate and putting it in his mouth, taking care not to dirty himself, because he knows that if he makes a mess he'll be punished. It was then that I heard the sound of my phone ringing and I picked it up, seeing Soren's picture appear, and immediately smiled. 'I have several people around, including Klaus.' I thought and used some of my strength to convey this to Soren. 'Got it.' Soren replied. I answered the call and saw the face of the person I love most in the world. "Ayla!" Soren said, smiling. -------

Recognition crashed into me like a storm. The man from the tunnel Klaus. He stepped closer, boots silent on the bloody tiles. “There you are.” My stomach dropped. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Maxwell replies with a grin. The next hit shatters the door. The wood splinters and falls to the floor in chunks, revealing a tall, solid figure. Klaus. His presence floods the room with an oppressive energy that sucks the air from my lungs. His dark hair falls in unruly strands around a face that might’ve been beautiful—if not twisted in fury and superiority. "There you are," Klaus says, eyes locked on Shadow. His tone is almost amused, but his gaze burns with murderous intent. "Here I am," Shadow replies, stepping forward, placing himself right within the circle drawn on the floor.

Because as soon as I delete it he insists on sending a question mark in the style of do you not plan to answer at once? However, I jump out of the fright in my own chair upon noticing the door opening. Mikael passes in front of me and my heart shrinks. Did I mention before that this man is afraid to be horrified by the way he has to impose himself, but that besides, he is very attractive? He must be about thirty-two years old or so, he wears long wavy hair combed with his hands back and piercing black eyes that gain presence and respect next to his height of ninety meter accompanied by his broad shoulders in suits about to burst.

It hurts to let that picture of a callous, merciless creature overtake that of the relentlessly stubborn yet endearing werewolf who's slowly learnt to care for those around him as I've come to know him as. From the first day I met him, I found Mikael one heck of an attractive man. It didn't help that he had an uncanny resemblance to actor Henry Calvin. They could pass for almost twins, except that Mikael had dark blond hair, and I found his more prominent build and unique features sexier than any other man.

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.

“The kid.” “Whoever spread this virus was fucking evil.” That was all I could say. “People do what’s in their best interest regardless of who gets hurt to satisfy their hunger even if doing so would cause another suffering.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s Klaus Mikaelson.” “Oh. I’m sorry you have to see that.” I didn’t know why I said that to her, but it felt like it would comfort her as I squeezed her into a hug. “I’ve seen worse,” she murmured. Her breathing sent a warm sensation through my chest.