Clair Monster High 소설 & 이야기

she said. “You might feel like that because you don’t know anything,” said Clair. “What do you mean by anything?” She asked. “You are a werewolf,” said Clair. They heard a loud thunderstorm. ************

Even Clara, who usually needed two coffees and a threat to get moving, snapped into action. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Max came down the hall, red-faced and sweaty, Megatron in hand. “But I wasn’t—” Clara cut him off gently but firmly. “Later, sweetheart. Mischa’s coming too.” Mischa followed behind, dragging her unicorn doll. No one said much. Max glanced at me once. His face confused. But I just stood there. Tall. Silent. Clara grabbed their hands and left quickly. I knew I looked scary.

And she could see it on Jared’s face. Halfway across the room, Claire launched into the air and then shifted. As her clothes ripped from her body, she saw the monstrosity that Claire had become. Her wolf had patches of black that had not been there the night she had attacked her at Jared’s party. And her eyes were purple. As she landed on her paws, froth formed around her mouth as if she was rabid. And her canines were mottled and brown. The evil from the forest overtook the room. Fear filled the room as the rest of the students were introduced to the monsters from the cursed forest that she had already met before.

CLAIR "I, Absaline..." I saw panic register on his face as his breathing hitched. "Don’t... Clair!" He growled louder. His hands were gripping my arms tightly, but I remained still, not moving an inch and not tearing my wicked eyes off him. My eyes squinted as I continued with my words. "...Clair Montrell... wants to suck you, Alpha Jacob Galhart of the Black Shadow Pack... up to your heart’s content... until you come into my mouth." I finished my sentence and licked my lips, flashing him a naughty smile, before I started giggling at the expression on his face.

If only Claire would stop joking and tell her what the hell was going on. Claire took a step back from her as she felt her control snap. She knew she wasn't going to hurt her. She was just going to give her a glimpse of what she truly was. Claire closed her eyes and started chanting some Latin words so fastly that Elena couldn't keep up. Claire abruptly opened her eyes and Elena staggered three steps back as she slapped her hand over her mouth. Claire's eyes were blood red, and—and there were fangs on both sides of her teeth. Two sharp pointy fangs. When she thought she couldn't be more shocked, she saw a large orb of light starting to form around Claire's wrists, the lights were so bright a

Jackson Clan "Mom," Salem asked, "how do I look?" "Your hair's dark, just like Hunter’s, and your eyes are blue," Chloe replied. "I’m sorry it had to come to this, but we can fix it now if you’re ready." "Can we do it during the clan ceremonies? I mean, everyone’ll be there by then." "Of course. I’ll see you next week, Salem," Chloe said, then added, "And listen… I know it’s tough, but try to give him a chance, okay?"

Honestly, I don't have much to say to him, so when Claire walked in carrying my smaller suitcase with my laptop, I silently thanked whatever was upstairs. “Hey, here it is! He just asks them to wait for me, it will take me around an hour to get home, I still want to buy popcorn and wine!” Claire spoke excitedly and I turned to her smiling slightly. "This will be funny. See Tremere play drunk!” I commented with a low laugh. “At least I'm not the pyromaniac La Sombra!" Claire rolled her eyes and let out a low laugh. "Only you can play a vampire who likes fire."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the final, crushing blow to arrive so the darkness could take the pain away. The blow never came. Instead, a sound like a thunderclap echoed—the sound of sheer, unadulterated power hitting flesh. I slowly opened my eyes to see a silhouette standing directly between me and the beast. Clement. He hadn't moved on his own, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Kael’s fingers tap the armrest of his chair twice in a clear signal. Clement grabbed the monster by the throat with his muscles bulging with Beta-grade strength, throwing the beast back into the darkness with one fluid, violent motion. The sound of the massive body hitting the stone echoed through the space lik

Clara stands her ground, forming a barrier of shimmering force around herself and Lydia as they make for the cave’s entrance. But Baron notices. His voice echoes through the cavern, sharp and mocking. “Oh no, little one, you’re not going anywhere.” I lunge forward, desperate to reach him before he can strike. My claws tear through vampires blocking my path, but they swarm me like a wave. I snap and bite, blood and dust mixing in the air. I’m almost there when I hear a terrible cracking sound above. “Look out!” Clara yells, her voice breaking through the chaos. She halts abruptly, raising her hands over herself and Lydia. A shimmering dome bursts from her palms, forming a protective shield ju