Klaus Mikaelson Quotes Novels & Stories

"I can't help it, Klaus. He's just... amazing." Klaus nodded in understanding. "I get it. Just be careful, okay? Sometimes those who appear to be the most talented are also the ones who can hurt you the most." His words carried a note of caution, and I couldn't deny that part of me was afraid of getting my heart broken. But in that moment, the thrill of seeing Miles perform overshadowed any doubts or worries.

"God, grant us the strength to withstand the evil breeze blowing around us, telling us to do things that could get us into deeper problems." "Fuck this!" Michael cursed. "Not those lines." "Trust me, Mike," Clark said. "This is one of those moments when our code of conduct needs to be said aloud, to remind us that we are not truly alone in this world even if it appears like we are."

/“We’re going to get you out of there, too. Just hang tight a little longer.” /“Hurry, but make it smart,”/ I stress, feeling the connection begin to wane as my strength dips./ “And Laz, watch your back, brother.”/ /“We will,”/ Laz promises. /“Hold on. We’ll come for you with everything we’ve got, but Klaus, stay strong. Can you hold out?”/ I take a deep, steadying breath. /“I can hold out. Just make sure Verena stays safe. That’s all that matters.”/

he said and the same reaction from before with Helena happened like electricity ran up my neck. He looks confused, holding the same expression as his sister when in happened then and then he let's go. Turning around I see Mikael staring at me causing me to sigh at the look he was giving me. The lecture started like in the other classes and I sighed at being in my third class of the day. "Mr. Auer how come we can't heal people like the angels if our groups are related to the angels" some dude in the back asked. Mikael let out a loud sigh placing his head on the desk.

I didn’t even realize he was right beside me until he spoke. "You okay?" "Do I look okay?" I snapped at him. "I understand you’re going through a lot of stress and pressure, Axel," Klaus said in a low tone which he often used whenever he wanted to give me a sermon. And he has definitely been giving me lots of sermons recently. "So?" I scoffed. "But you need to stop," he continued, just like I’d expected. "What needs to stop exactly?" I asked, stringing him along in his foolishness.

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.

"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.