Novel & Cerita Klaus Originals

It was a beautiful, expensive cage. Klaus was standing by a long kitchen island, pouring water into a glass. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked at me, and for a second, I saw a flash of something in his eyes, but it was gone before I could name it. "You’re late," he said. "The traffic was bad," I replied, staying near the elevator. "And I had to wait for the doctor to give me an update."

He laughed so hard that the werewolves thought of him as a crazy rogue. "Do you think that you've won?" Klaus said, smirking at Erik. The newly born royals shifted back to their human form. They emitted some extraordinary aura, and Tia flicked her fingers to put some clothes on them. "You've lost Klaus, and I will behead you and offer you to the graves of my parents, my whole former pack," Clara said. "You thought that you've won, huh?" Klaus said and laughed harder than ever. "It's not over yet, and it will never be over until I get what is mine!" Klaus shouted while smiling at both of them.

“I know who I saw.” Jimmie’s hand went to his mouth, his eyes wide. “Oh my God…” His whisper echoed louder than a shout. From the other side of the chamber, Klaus’ voice cut through, annoyingly casual. “Uhhm… can I take a look? Just to confirm?” Franco gave me a questioning glance. I gave a stiff nod, and he walked the tablet over to Klaus’ cell. Klaus leaned in, squinting at the screen. “Ohhh yes. That’s him. The man with the white beard, dark shades, and, honestly, a tragic sense of fashion. But—” He looked up, baffled. “Why’s everybody so shocked?”

Just as she was about to shake off his hand, a Land Rover slowly pulled up outside the school gate and Klaus came down from the driver's seat. Luna didn't know where Justin got the idea that she was marrying an old man after dropping out from school. As Damian was about to pick him up like a little chick, Klaus suddenly showed up. Finally, he wasn't wearing Damian's military coat when he got out of his car. Instead, he was wearing a black fur coat, looking casual and young. After taking off his sunglasses, he scanned through the group of people gathered by the school gate with his deep green eyes before walking toward them.

His body began to morph, fast, tearing through the clothes which were unaccustomed to such changes. “Young master!” Moses hissed. A loud, powerful, unearthly howl split the dark night a moment later, sending jitters to all who heard it several kilometers around.

He was just messing with you like he always does. But it hadn't felt like nothing. 🪷SOME MINUTES LATER🪷 Molly and I came downstairs, dressed and ready for school. We found Mr. and Mrs. Brennan already at the dining table, and Klaus was there too, eating while scrolling through his phone with a small smile playing on his lips. He was dressed for school—dark jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, and a gray zip-up hoodie left open. His hair was still slightly damp, dark strands falling across his forehead. He looked effortlessly good, the kind of good that made every girl at Classic High lose their minds.