Klaus Mikaelson Quotes Novels & Stories

Sometimes I wonder if his head really contains a brain. “ You never think,Klaus. What's new about that?" I retort, rolling my eyes at him. " You know, If you think I am so useless, why don't you trail Luther yourself? Or better yet, why don't you find out his next move while you spread your legs for him to fuck you?” Klaus hisses, glaring at me. I glare back at him, my eyes sending a clear warning not to cross me.

"Max, we are going to parse the code and identity of Specter. The program is already running, and we will have the result in ten minutes." Max was excited and sneezed. Claus looked at him helplessly and said, "You shouldn't come to work if you have flu."

"I was thinking it's something that demands lengthy talks — you know, due to the impending issue at hand." Klaus, slightly calmed after several minutes of boiling anger, shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Long talks are for men who don't understand the game." He said plainly, but a hint of sarcasm was evident in his voice. "Carson doesn't seems like someone who's in for such and neither do I."

Fiero’s voice cut through the room—low, clean, surgical. “And who gave it to you?” Xavier smiled. “No one,” he said. “I took it… because I was never given the option to beg.” Mikael collapsed into himself, broken, mutilated. His blood pooled on the sawdust floor, seeping into the wood like ink into parchment. Luca returned to his seat. His gaze never left the dying man. He spoke softly—more to the shadows than the room. “Let the world believe we’re monsters,” he said. “It makes it easier when we decide to be gods.”

POV Mike Completely disconcerted, I was unable to say a word for many minutes, the same for my calm brother who had to make a forced stop. Knowing we were incapable of hearing anymore, we decided to continue on our way and resume this conversation another time, but seeing that we received no response from Klaus, we turned back to find Klaus completely lost in another world Simultaneously nodding our heads, Mickaël started the march and I started the music, leaving everyone lost in their thoughts.

He’s different around them, unafraid to show his soft side. “Hey, pipsqueak,” he tipped his chin, acknowledging me. I rolled my eyes. He chuckled, knowing I was holding back a smartass retort. “How are you settling in?” I shrugged, scooping food for Mikael. He eagerly opened his mouth and gobbled it; a few bits dropped onto Klaus’ jeans. “If I had known Markus owned a palace, I would’ve chosen this place instead of Colorado. I’ve always wanted to be a real Princess,” I cajoled.

Vincent replied, and the room fell silent. They both burst into laughter. "The fuck did you just say?" Klaus said, his smile fading. "Shit, I'm in a bad mood, Vince. Let me savor it." "You said she's happy without you," Vincent pressed, his voice serious. "What if you're her happiness?" "I'm shit," Klaus sighed. "I hurt the people around me... I always do." "Life is just the way you see it," Vincent said. "You should let yourself be happy."

On a shared belief that we can do with whatever power we have to make this world a little bit better than when we entered it. He paused once more, his eyes aglow. This was the point of no return. "So to the fellow who believes he can kill us with the specters of yesterday," Clarkson growled, his voice now condescending, almost scoffing, "I have a message for you." He hunched into the microphone, his words no longer merely addressed to the room, or to Jonah, but to all the world that watched. They were straightforward, plain, and they trampled on a thousand rules.

Shane? Shane: Who is this? Klaus: Klaus Mikasa. Shane: How did you get into the security codes to message me? Klaus: Pete told me. Hope you don't mind. Shane: I do. Shane: Also, I'm not interested. Klaus: I'm not asking, you...you... Shane: Asshole? Bastard? Waste of oxygen? Klaus: All three. Shane: Glad we settled it. Have a good life.

Mikael declares in a final tone as if the statement itself would explain everything in the world. What the hell does that have to do with anything?