Klaus Siblings Novels & Stories

But now, I was the one making the decisions, the one calling the shots. And you know what? I was good at it. I was really good at it. I had a natural talent for leadership, and I was able to bring people together and inspire them to work towards a common goal. Klaus was still struggling, of course. He had lost his mother, and he was still grappling with the aftermath of that. But he was coming around, slowly especially after finding out Henry was his brother who Oscar took from McKenna when he was a child. He was starting to see that there was still a purpose to life, still a reason to keep going.

“Klaus is your son…” “Then—” “That would make him my... I stopped unable to complete my words, “Your brother, yes, you are siblings.” Klaus’s face twisted, his eyes wide. “What nonsense are you sprouting?” he snapped. His power pulsed in the air like a heartbeat, making the floor tremble beneath my boots. “It’s the truth,” he said confidently. “Rosalia is—” He didn’t finish. Klaus’s hand shot forward, and a burst of raw energy ripped from his palm like a hurricane. It struck the man square in the chest, slamming him back into the wall.

"You have never been to any of the Schmidt's islands. You think that family is just 'rich', don't you? Naa, Lilian. They don't just have money. They control Berlin and they control New York. They are the infrastructure. And you? You only know Luca, whom you don't even know who his father is." I stood there, paralyzed. My mind reeled, trying to grasp the thread of his words. Who his father is? Daniel was his father. He had to be. Everyone in the city knew the lineage. But the way Klaus spat the words made the very ground beneath my designer heels feel unstable. The mystery of the "Brothers" Daniel mentioned suddenly felt like a mountain I couldn't climb. "You once said something... about them

Klaus was seated on amongst the high twelve, because he was the head of the table. By his right hand was Markus Dane, his best friend and brother, as it ought to be. In the dark field, under the blood red moon that settled in the sky that rested above all their heads, Klaus's ears paid attention to the eerie whistling of the wings of the night, and the rustling of the trees, the sound of gossip amongst plants. He was not supposed to keep his ears on the plants and birds, but he would rather do that than listen to the gibberish that was being melted out by members of the lower twelve that were seated around their round table.

I tried dodging his question. "Oh God. You fell for her, didn't you? See I knew this would happen! I warned you, Klaus. What now? You two look cute together but do you think, she'll love you after figuring out you got close to her to get revenge on her dad? God, Klaus! Things are going to be messy. For you. For her!" "They won't,"I muttered inaudibly,"she loves me"

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

“I agree,he really needs a break.He took over the pack at a very young age when his parents died in war.He deserves some respect because it has not been that easy for him to build the pack to its peak.''Alicia laughed at his words. “That's true.I have watched him go through a lot of pressure while growing up.The old man has my respect.''She joked. All I did was listen because I didn't know what to say about packs and wolves because it's a different world from humans. I think Alicia and Leon look perfect together and will make a good couple because both of them are wolves and their parents own a pack. They are a good match… Gabriel and my mother engaged into the conversation when necessary. “

I pressed her arm with cloth and grit my teeth. There were sleeper loyalists in the estate. Spies. Or worse—zealots. “You were brave,” I whispered. “But you won’t have to be again. Not like this.” Kael stepped over the body, examining it without flinching. “I recognize the crest,” he said tightly. “Northwatch sect. Fanatics. They used to serve my uncle before his exile.” “Your family breeds excellent monsters,” I muttered, standing. “Trust me,” he said, eyes like stone, “I’m aware.”

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."