Klaus Stefan Novels & Stories

"Jax, Zilo, Klaus... one of you is the leak. Or someone close to you. I can feel the treachery in the air. it tastes like ozone and copper." "We’ve been in the trenches together, Sofia. We’re the Covenant," Klaus said, stepping out from the shadows near the back of the tent. He was a man of middle age, a former quartermaster from the palace who had joined them after the first riot. He had always been quiet, efficient, and remarkably good at stretching their meager rations. "To suggest one of us is a traitor is to do the Queen’s work for her. You’re letting the strain of the eclipse break your mind."

"I'm sure you don't want to create any scene at your Boss's party." I looked around for Jacob but couldn't find him anywhere. "Come with me!" "Leave her hand!" I immediately heard a very cold and rude voice out of nowhere. Mr. Macroni looked shocked when his eyes landed on the owner of that rude voice, and I took that chance to take my hand away from his. Turning around, my gaze fell on the owner of the voice, and I skipped a beat of my heart. Klaus Martinez was looking drop-dead gorgeous in his Black color three-piece suit, paired with a white shirt. His hairs were perfectly gelled, just like HIM.

Jackson Stefan was a world-sized jerk. He was showing off like a peacock in front of the Species Council members, talking about all the virtues he had, how powerful he had become, and the improvements he wanted to make to the system. I could tell right away that he had approached the six most easily captivated members, those who didn't hesitate to smile if I paid enough attention to them, so I didn't doubt that the captivating young man had been looking for dirt on those councilors so he would know how to approach them.

But to experience it firsthand, his stamina, his length and girth, his touch served with tenderness on the side… my God. A girlish laugh tumbled from my lips. Klaus’ thick brows crinkled knowingly. Heat of mortification crawled on my skin, but I couldn’t look away. His dark curls tousled from my tugging and pulling; swollen red lips stretched to a pompous smirk. He knows what’s running inside my head. I kept my eyes on his face even if all I wanted to do was to map the spread of tanned inked skin he unabashedly flaunts. His nakedness didn’t bother him; his confidence was one of the things that made him Klaus Martinelli.

He asks with a smile. I've said it; it's a charm. I like him; I've never met anyone like him. Well, Drew talks a lot too, but this guy takes his place. "Relax, my best friend is just like you. And it's nice to meet you, Sven. My name is Klaus, Klaus Oakluster, and I'm not married, so I still use my maiden name," I said, smiling, and he let out a laugh. People near us looked at us strangely, but I played it down.

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

The two turned their heads to see who it was and Alesteria almost paled when she saw Ich, smiling at them with his golden eyes dark, staring at Klaus. "I think you should let her go." Ich said so coldly that Alesteria thought it was winter. Klaus glared back, his senses alerting him suddenly as he felt that this man is not ordinary. Even though he is a kid, Klaus felt a huge amount of mana coming from him as he glared back at him. "And who are you?" Ich almost chuckled at Klaus' hostile tone as he turned to Alesteria, who swallowed unknowingly at Ich's cold gaze.

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.

“I’m lying somewhere, scared out of my mind, and this is all just some cruel illusion.” “If only,” he said, his voice tinged with something I couldn’t place—hope, maybe, or resignation. A heavy silence fell between us, broken only by the soft drip of unseen moisture. “I’m Klaus,” he said at last, his voice almost gentle. “Klaus Króna. Second prince of Króna, the werewolf territory of Parlem.” I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ‘A prince? How does a prince end up in a place like this?’

I was about to take a big step in my career and wanted to convey a professional image, make it clear that I wasn't there for games. I hailed a taxi and arrived at the venue a bit after nine. Seraphina scolded me for my tardy punctuality, but I wasn't fazed. I headed to the dressing room to find Klaus. He was in a robe, in a corner, scrolling through his phone. "How's my star?" I asked. He looked up at me and smiled broadly. "Radiant! The sun is jealous of me!" "Nervous?" "Of course not. I was born for this," he confidently replied. "How's it outside?"