Pictures Of Klaus Mikaelson Novels & Stories

I just hope I was not too late. As I stepped into the main building, a chilling sight seized me. My two sons, Cameron and Chase, were ensnared in a standoff with Klaus. Towering and muscular, Klaus, with his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, cast an intimidating shadow over them. He still looked just as handsome as I last remembered him to be, but I couldn’t mistake his beauty for anything good. Under all that charm and charisma lies a monster, a true psychopath, and a killer.

“You? The same Mira who almost cried because Kevin ignored you?” “That was different!” Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be Chloe,” I said, walking to open it. I pulled the door open. And froze. Klaus. Standing there like he stepped out of a magazine. A fitted black leather jacket hugged his shoulders, a tight dark shirt underneath showing the hard lines of his chest. The top buttons were open, just enough to reveal the edge of a dragon tattoo curling over his skin. Black slim jeans. Heavy boots.

Like a moth attracted to flame, I walked in. Everything in the room looked like him. Neat, organized, and mysterious. My gaze landed on a picture frame. I froze. It was Klaus. But a younger version. He looked around nine to ten. For a moment, I almost couldn’t recognize him. The boy in the picture looked happy. Genuinely happy. He smiled brightly, his grey eyes lacking the coldness they carried now. Standing beside him was a stunning woman with brown hair and almond eyes. Who was this woman?

The bones cracked and reshaped, the fur receding into smooth, bronzed skin until a tall, powerfully built man stood in his place. Klaus Mikaelson stood over six feet tall, his rugged frame covered in the hard-won muscle of a survivor. Deep silver scars laced across his chest and arms, telling stories of a hundred battles won in the dark. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and his sharp jawline was set in a firm, silent expression. He wore only a pair of dark, rugged trousers, completely indifferent to the freezing temperature. He looked down at her, his golden eyes scanning her from head to toe, lingering on her bare, bleeding feet and the torn fabric of her dress. A dangerous, le

I murmured, voice raspy with sleep. “You like me perving,” Klaus said. I could hear the smile in his voice. I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the table wedged on the cream-colored wall. His injured leg was hanging from the desk. Klaus looked domesticated dressed in gray sweatpants and a dark blue cashmere sweater. His feet were bare. Add his tousled dark curls and day-old stubble… he looks sexy as hell. Damn. I want him for breakfast. “Breakfast?” he asked, a knowing smirk tugging his lips.

“The kid.” “Whoever spread this virus was fucking evil.” That was all I could say. “People do what’s in their best interest regardless of who gets hurt to satisfy their hunger even if doing so would cause another suffering.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s Klaus Mikaelson.” “Oh. I’m sorry you have to see that.” I didn’t know why I said that to her, but it felt like it would comfort her as I squeezed her into a hug. “I’ve seen worse,” she murmured. Her breathing sent a warm sensation through my chest.

I want to go back home to my friends, my family. The door opens again but this time it isn't the guy who always comes. It's two different guys that walk in, they open the light making me squint my eyes. I hadn't seen light in days. "I'm sorry it took me so long before I came love" i open my eyes out of fear looking at the person that just walked in. Klaus. He walks towards me, sitting on the ground next to me, holding up my chin. I felt disgusted. He lifts up my shirt a bit, staring at me. "I see you dressed up for me" he caresses my cheek, tears falling out of my eyes.

In my dreams and as I zoned out. Klaus indeed was a handsome Alpha. He could win the competition eyes closed but you know what they say about the devil. He is so beautiful that you would forget how evil he is. And that is how Klaus is to a T.

Klaus's tummy was getting bigger; he looked so beautiful and tender, and I love seeing him like that. We left the room, and Crow was waiting next to Drew and Detective Rawlins. Good afternoon, Mr. Cross. Nice to meet you, young Klaus. I'm Detective Rawlins. Klaus is him. "Nice to meet you, Detective Rawlins. I'm Klaus Oakluster," said he with a smile. "I'm sorry I didn't know you were not married." "Not yet, but hopefully soon, right, Norman?" My omega asked. I smiled big and excitedly; Klaus felt it because she smiled so beautifully at me. I kissed him on the forehead, and we heard Drew's throat clearing.

MAXINE I walked into Klaus' room, looking for Klaus. I spotted him standing, staring at the wall of holograms displayed with a map on it. I walked over to him, clearing my throat to get his attention. "Klaus," I said, sitting down on the chair beside him. "I need to talk to you about something." Klaus turned to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Max?" he asked.