Claire Bladeheart Novels & Stories

“Hmm, but why does she seem so familiar? Where have I seen her?” She stared at the landscape featured by the tall window opposite her with a sigh. There was no doubt of Blaire’s beauty, the colorful trees, and the horizon, even if the nearing dusk was darkening it, were perfectly synchronizing to the details of each golden barrier—a thin sparkling sheet that surrounded its premise, protecting the students from unwanted outsiders. Clara sometimes wondered if she would be allowed to leave the comforts of Eirinia to visit her empire, Terralis. Would Cledora, the academy for earth-wielders like her, be as beautiful as Blaire? She had only heard of its popularity and splendor from Prince Alistair

And if she had to destroy April and Isabella to make that happen, so be it. With one last look in the mirror, she turned and left the room, her heart set on her dark and twisted path. The Bloody Sinners Clan had no idea what was coming, but soon, they would all see just how far Amelia Earhart was willing to go to get what she wanted or become MRS AMELIA DARKCLAW......

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

CLAIRE He was Matthew Alaric Kingsley, the man I had rejected in high school because I loved Charles more back then. And now, he reappeared. Unbidden and suddenly in front of me, helping me. "What's going on with you, Claire?" That deep voice entered my ears like a high-speed train that unceremoniously woke me up from the dark, lightless room. Then his eyes descended to watch my belly. "Are you pregnant?" I shook my head weakly. "I used to be. But not anymore."

"I don’t care. Find that woman who saved me. I, Kaelith Bloodraven, do not show ingratitude to those who save my life." "Yes, Your Majesty. I will investigate everything. Someone has erased her entire identity from the records. This is not simple." "Who else has the authority to do that?" My voice dropped again, dangerous, thoughtful. "I will find out. Also… I heard about Hunter Violet’s actions today. She is… unusual. The fact that she stood under your pressure as if she felt nothing… it makes me question whether she is truly an Omega." I exhaled slowly, leaning back again, though my eyes remained sharp.

Moving towards the nearest weapon, she picks it up and admires it, a small smile gracing her lips. It was a small blade of some sort with a metallic handle painted red and black. She liked it and decided to keep it. She blew off the dust which coated its surface, glee shining off in her eyes. After a while of going through everything in the room, Claire decided to retire to her room. Turning around she was faced with the disappointed eyes of Micheal. "Ahh!" Claire screamed, clutching her chest. "You scared me. I didn't hear you come in." She said as she tried to even out her breathing.

Blake had claimed the rescue, and I had believed him. Before Blake could argue, a frantic girl rushed over. "Mr. Ryder! It’s Talia! She’s doubled over in the changing room!" Blake rolled his eyes. "Tell her to find a medic or a bathroom. I’m busy." "But she’s white as a ghost, Blake! It’s not a stunt this time!" "She thinks she can leash me with the same trick twice?" Blake snapped, his annoyance peaking because I was watching him fail. He tried to shake the girl off, but then a shout erupted from the poolside.

Her grip was wrong, awkward, but the desperation in her eyes made her dangerous. “Abigail, stop!” Nathaniel shouted, stepping forward. “Put the knife down!” “She’s not your daughter!” Abigail shrieked, raising the blade high above her head. “I am! I’m the one you raised! I’m the one who loves you!” She ran straight at me, the knife aimed at my chest. Time slowed as I saw my death approaching, saw the gleaming metal arcing toward my heart. Claire moved faster than I thought possible. She threw herself between us, her arms spreading wide to shield me from the blow. The knife punched through her back and emerged from her chest, dark blood immediately soaking her dress.

Claire lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Then slowly… she smiled. Her hand slipped beneath the pillow. Ray didn’t notice. He was still catching his breath. Thunk A blade sank deep into his chest. His eyes flew open in horror. A choked sound tore from his throat. Claire didn’t give him time to breathe. She stabbed him again and again. Viciously. “This,” she said, shaking, “is for thinking you could use me.” Another strike. “This is for sleeping with my slutty daughter after fucking with me,” she yelled frantically.

she shouted at Zen. I was looking at them. I didn’t remember seeing her in the pack before. I looked at the oracle confusedly. In between treating my wound, she said, "This is Claire, the daughter of our late war general. She is an alpha female." Zen and Claire were arguing. Zen took her out of the room to calm her down.