Klaus X Oc Novels & Stories

Prince Axel was on a rampage within, he was too excited to have the Omega inside the tank within close distance, cuddle, snuggle, rubbing their noses like the old times and shared hot times. “Xerahn your finally back” he teared up Axel watched him closely, and Penelope looked back at him, trying to imitate his movements. “How is Xerahn SC1?” Axel said without looking, staring only at Penelope's obsidian black eyes. SC1 means Scientists #1, Axel doesn't like to call anyone by name, so everyone around the lab are not using their original name. “The electric shock wave works pretty well, and we detected no side effects, he is indeed the perfect one”

“There’s a man in the lobby from LMGK who wants to speak to you.” Klaus groaned and checked his Rolex watch. His very gaudy, very expensive Rolex watch. “Oh GOD… of course this happens to me right now… what’s his name?” he snarled. I uncovered the mouthpiece. “What’s his name, Stan?” “A Mr. Brooks. Mr. Connor Brooks.” “Connor Brooks,” I said to Klaus – who put on the snottiest expression imaginable, like one of the queen bitches from the old Lindsay Lohan movie Mean Girls.

Steven said "You got that right" "From the way this card is designed, dude is fucking rich" That was Iphan "Man, dude's getting the money in hard currency" Jhene affirmed "She's hit a jack pot" That was Cali "Touché" • "Quit struggling, will you?" Ace yelled with furrowed eyebrows as he shoved a stubborn Karl to the floor "Let go of me, you son-of-a-bitch" Karl retorted, wiping his nose which was broken. His left eye was swollen and his lower lip was bruised

It was Klaus. He stood in the darkness, trembling with uncontrolled anger, looking like he was ready to kill.

It wasn’t my style to mark women in this way, yet I couldn’t deny that the sight was quite alluring. Klaus walked towards one of the wardrobes and returned with two tie clips and a magnetic pin, which he removed from one of the drawers. They were all made of metal. I was a little skeptical about this as I knew that the clips would hurt tremendously. It didn’t concern me too much though as I also knew that Scarlett seemed to enjoy feeling pain.

I keep my eyes on Xavi “He called you a moron.” Klaus mutters I shrug my shoulders. I had heard worse. “It just hides the scent, right?” Klaus questions Indy. “It doesn’t take away the other abilities, healing, strength, his connection to me?” “I’ve used it. I swear it just hides your scent.” Klaus squats down next to Xavi, “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t know what is going to happen out there. She could see you and she could kill you on the spot.”

The scent of him was overwhelming: expensive tobacco and something dark, like old blood. "The Moonblight suits you." Klaus said, reaching out to tilt her chin up with a gloved hand. "It makes your eyes look... vacant, like that of a doll's." Rebecca tried to pull away, but the chains jerked her back. "Let... us... go." She almost spat on his face. "Oh, I will!" Klaus promised, his thumb grazing her jawline. "But first, we have to wait for the guest of honor. Kenziel is already at the border, moving like a man possessed. It’s almost touching, really."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.

Klaus’s fingers flew across the laptop keys, his face illuminated by the screen's glow in the dim back room of Kev's bar. Jagua paced behind him, too anxious to sit still. “You guys, will this work?” Hw asked. “Yes it will. Sit down, your moving around is giving me anxiety.” Klaus responded.