Clair Monster High Novels & Stories

Deep within, Clar remained anxious; her brow was locked tightly even in deep sleep. In her dream, she seemingly saw Ben locked in a death-match against a stranger. Wounds surfaced abruptly, and within moments, fresh blood soaked his entire body. Right at the exact instant he gathered power to unleash his lightning trait for a full-force strike, that beastman clad in black beast clothing let out a light chuckle. He raised his hand and with total ease shot a slender ice piercing, the velocity so fast it made Clar’s eyes tighten. She roared with all her might within her dream, "No!"

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

However, Damian wasn't intimidated by these unusual beasts. “Roarrrrrrrrr!" Roaring back, he ran towards them.... Year: 2020 Location: Somewhere in the US. Clara, a beautiful teenage girl, was on her way to her new school, Great Hill High School. She wasn't really excited about it because she had lots of friends in her former school, and she was going to miss them a lot. She had a sad expression on her face as she looked out of the car window while her mom drove her....

I mouthed. At that moment, the chieftain sprinted towards Clairmont, with a long and heavy looking blade raised high above his head, ready to decapitate everything in its path. Clairmont pulled the sleeve of his left hand to reveal his forearm, and seconds before the blade fell on the two of us, the skin of his exposed forearm turned into a black and dark brown scale, the colour of obsidian.

The growl comes again louder closer. A claw pierces the edge of the breach. Silver. Jagged. Slick with light like molten mercury. Clara’s storm erupts instantly. “Oh, screw this I’m not dealing with a goddess AND her murder-pet ” “Clara,” I hiss, “don’t attack until we know ” The creature pulls itself halfway through the breach. And I lose my breath. It looks like something carved out of moonlight and nightmares four elongated limbs a long, distorted serpentine torso

Clarabelle said. They all stepped through the portal, and as it closed, Mammon turned back and saw Clarabelle grab her nightwalker’s neck, pull it closer to her, and hug it tightly. She rubbed her right cheek against the monster's head, tightening her arms around its neck. “Awww, you're so cute,” Clarabelle said. The monster roared in pain, and as her grip got too tight, its neck snapped. “Oops,” she said. She smiled suddenly, then turned to Mammon before the portal completely closed.

Upon hearing the girl’s request, he answered shakily, "O-Okay..." Clayton slowly crawled his way to the window. Outside, there was nothing but darkness. The entire academy was silent, and their room was the only one with light. Clayton cautiously peeked his head out from behind the window and peered into the courtyard with bated breath. However, the moment he peeked out, he found himself locking eyes with a pair of blood-red eyes and he screamed out of fear. "Aaaargh!" Standing right outside the window was a grotesque monster. It had a mix of human and beast features, with menacing claws and teeth. In an instant, it lunged toward Clayton.

"One path is to become the Alpha Female, the strongest force of destruction. The other is to become a Moon Blessed, the one who carries on the bloodline. Between you sisters, who will rule through slaughter, and who will rule through reproduction?" Beneath the Moonfall Sanctum lay a desolate continent, ravaged by curses. The land was gray and barren, not a single blade of grass in sight. In the distance, shattered packs barely clung to existence. The werewolves were gaunt, skeletal. This was the world we were about to descend into. Memories from my past life surged forward like a tidal wave. Camilla hadn’t hesitated for even a second. She chose Alpha Female. Back then, she glanced sideways a

“Did you really think you could run from the High Council forever, little princess? Give us the hybrid, or we will rip it from your cold corpse.” Dominic felt the sudden, violent spike of terror and ancient hatred radiating from Clara’s fated bond. His gray eyes snapped toward the silver beast on the shore, the liquid gold violently rushing to the surface as his entire muscular frame locked up like iron. "Clara," Dominic whispered, his voice dropping into a terrifying, demonic velvet purr that made the wind stop blowing. "Is that him?" Clara’s fingers curled into tight, clawed fists, the brilliant gold in her eyes exploding into a blinding supernova of pure ancestral fire as she stared down

Clara said. Diana stroked her daughter's cheek and tucked her hair into her ear. She then noticed something on Clara's neck, a bite mark there that was faint but quite visible. "Clara, what is this?" Diana said. "Ahh this, he bit my neck at that time and made a scar that hasn't disappeared until now, I don't know why he did it but mom, he was a monster, his eyes turned green at that time and red yes I saw his eyes turn red when he was angry with me, he bit me with his fangs, mom, he's a monster and he's very dangerous, I don't know who he is but I'm very scared," Clara said.