Claire Bladeheart Novels & Stories

Claire sat in a plush armchair in her suite, sipping tea, while she watched me scrub the floors of her bathroom on my hands and knees. "You missed a spot by the tub, Raya," she said, pointing with a manicured toe. "And make sure you use the silver-bleach. I want it sterile." The silver-bleach burned my hands. Since I was a shifter, even a diluted solution of silver was like acid. My skin was red and blistering, but I didn't say a word. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of hearing me cry. "Why are you doing this, Claire?" I asked, my voice raspy. "You have the bond. You have the title. Why be so cruel?"

Neil felt dazed, and pain spread all over his body, his bones ached badly. With blurry eyes, he looked up confused to the sudden attack, hoping to spot who, or what was in the room when a white figure materialized...his heart ceased in his chest, and his eyes cleared well enough for him to see her. Claire Steele. The supposed dead sister of the Steeles. A beauty like no other, standing before him in a dazzling white dress, and her hair was adorned with gleaming transparent crystals. Each step she took was deliberate, dangerous, and announcing dread.

Claire turned around and placed her thumb and forefinger on her brow, she had only one real choice, from the front of her belt she drew her combat fourty four, and slowly drew the hammer back. "Skyler, right?" She asked. "Yes?" "My name is Claire Veerah, and I've been trying to keep this tomb safe from vampires all my life" She said and turned to Skyler, now seeing the gun tears started welling up in her eyes. "Please, I don't want to die" Claire felt sad for her. "I, I'm sorry, for the sake of keeping man kind safe.. To keep... It's the only choice I have" "Please, there must be a way you can help me"

"You need to leave. Get to the elevator now. Blend in with the guests downstairs. Don’t return to Dontrell. My men will find you." "And you?" I asked, heart hammering. "Today, I'm ending this," he said coldly. "Celine. Doris. Both." "No," I gasped. "Doris... just a pawn in their mess." Clayton shook his head. "No. She's part of it. Playing both sides and using you the whole time.” “She's about to announce herself in a few hours as Mr Blade’s daughter during their big announcement at the party. And I won't let it."

“She is not ‘our’ Claire anymore. She is yours and for your information, I do not inform Claire of what goes on in my life. It is none of her damn business, nor is it yours. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to have breakfast with my wife.” Rebecca glared at Blake. “I see some things never change. You are still the same cold-hearted bastard you were the day I met you.” Pivoting on her heels, she walked away. Blake sat back down. “I'm sorry about that…” he apologized. Nicola smiled. “We're even now. You had to deal with that loser at the bar and I had to put up with Rebecca. How do you know her?” “She is Claire's aunt,” Blake answered. “I'm not surprised. She's a bitch just like her nie

He looks towards me and taps his lips. “You’re probably wondering who this woman is. Let me save you the trouble. This is my sister Cia. She was in line for the Alpha. But sadly, failed on taking the position. I was the lucky winner. Had to kill my parents for it. But it is mine.” He says, then continues drinking his drink. “Want some? No? Suit yourself then.”

Adrian drew her closer, gently brushing a kiss against the crown of her head. "Sleep, my Princess." Thunder rolled across the sky as the forest fell silent once more. Only the rain remained to bear witness as consciousness slipped away from Claire, and darkness claimed her completely. *****

It was as if she was the one inflicting every pain her heart is feeling. “Cut to the chase, Colum Toiba. Tell me your intentions. What do you need? Gold? Glory? My head?” Morrigan’s eyes are wide as if she was on the verge of insanity as her hand holds Colum’s hand tightly, the cold blade of the sword digging closer to her neck, a thin line of blood drawing on her porcelain skin. “Tell me!” She screams like all her logic left her body the Colum Toiba had no choice but to pull the sword away from her. Looking at her wide eyes as she looks at him with those dead gaze.

With someone else's eyes, Nocté saw a bone blade: the handle was decorated with small fangs of kinsmen. The victim was practically lying at the tail of Nocté. The newt stroked her torn fins and didn't even cry out when the blade entered his chest and drew a line to the inguinal shell. With a dab, the insides fell out on the slabs. The song got even louder. A man's hand groped through the organs, as if through autumn leaves, threw away the heart and tore the bloody pearl out. In the semi-darkness it acquired a delicate pink hue. Nocté reached out to the dying newt and closed his eyes.

Blake's POV The room brightened up and I heard Jade's voice, making me pull away from whatever her name is, "Blake?" she uttered my name, I looked towards the light switch to find her standing there, one hand on the switch and the other holding her bathrobe in place, shock overwriting her features as she stared at us, her hands fell to her sides and the robe slipped open, exposing her fair legs and the night shirt she had on wasn't buttoned completely, showing off her cleavage and a few bits of her stomach. This was all her fault to begin with, walking around the house in such flimsy clothes and I can't even touch her, she's the reason why I have to resort to this.