Clair Monster High Novels & Stories

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.

After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist. "I’m going to sleep and recover. After you’re done eating, keep an eye on the fire." The moment the words left my mouth, I could no longer hold on. I fell into a deep sleep. At the very instant I lost consciousness, the omega, Cael Ardent, and the healer, Lorian Crest, both lifted their heads. In that moment, all traces of fear vanished from their eyes. All that remained was venom and killing intent. The two exchanged a glance, claws flashing out as they lunged straight at me.

it’s airborne! I am not going back into a cage, Dominic! Clara’s voice thundered directly into his mind through their mental link, her amber-gold eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous new depth. Suddenly, the primordial mist rolling from the deep-sea vault began to condense around Clara’s feet. The cracked obsidian fragment she had recovered from the dead white wolf, which she still held tightly in her fist, began to glow with a brilliant, blinding blue light that perfectly matched the energy of the First Lycans.

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.

Arden said softly, taking the seat beside her and taking her hands in his. I braced myself against the back of the loveseat across from them, my claws soon growing out and digging into the plush furniture and wood as she recounted her story. It seemed that Duchess Du Pleasant was behind Amara’s kidnapping, along with her eldest sons Marcus and Samuel. The bastards that so badly wanted to join my inner circle. One of them had apparently attacked her and dragged Morina to the Greenhouse after she had started looking for something the Duchess had mentioned. This bit of information triggered a hostile response from Arden who started growling after letting go of her hands and jumping to his feet.

His hand moved again, back to my face. He smiled, in a very weird way, like a fucking clown. His finger teased around my face, from my cheek to my jawline, back to my cheek, to my nose, and my lips. His finger froze on my lips, his eyes were fixed on it, slowly he lifted his gaze, and stared at me.

“But we’ve found nothing.” Clarence fell to his knees at the edge of the ruin, ignoring the sharp debris that tore at his expensive suit. He began digging through the dirt with his bare hands. “Molly…” his voice was a choked rasp. “Molly, where are you?” “It’s all my fault…” Clarence’s voice began to tremble. “It’s all my fault…” “Your Highness…” Marco started to say something, but seeing Clarence’s state, he fell silent. In the vampire world, Clarence Thorne was a force of nature.

Hunter smirked as he breathed across from her face. Tbc... To those thinking how come Claire's a CE at such a young age. Come on, when a 5 yr old can hack into his billionaire father's company systems and make him almost go bankrupt, then my FL is still more mature than that 🤣

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."