Claire Bladeheart Novels & Stories

Maybe next time. Underneath Mom’s name was a short biography. ~ Claire Hastings, a healer from the Bloodrose pack, daughter of alumni, Alpha Stewart. She is a top student of the Healer’s Division, and known for her dedication to her craft. Claire is a proud member of the first elite team this school has ever put together with, James Rochwall (C), Claire Hastings, Greg Loren, Jane East, Elyx Lythoria———~ I squinted my eyes, trying to read the two remaining names—but they were crossed out. That was strange.

“This isn’t a conversation to have in public.” “Oh, so now you’re scared someone will overhear me?” she hissed, her breath warm against my ear. “Claire Halle.” I said her name slowly, locking eyes with her, willing her to calm down. But she wouldn’t back down. Her anger was raw, untamed, and overwhelming. I knew I’d never win this fight—not against her. I’d known it from the moment we met. Claire wasn’t just any wolf—she was the Luna chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, the only one who could temper the brutality that consumed me.

That's supposed to be your end VERA: I am not as weak as...(Claire removed a blade from the edge of the Cheet blade and aimed it at Vera's chest. Vera looked at the blade and smiled) CLAIRE: (stared wide-eyed at Vera who was still standing. Vera pointed at her then, she fell and died. Claire slumped on the floor and sighed heavily. Her brick hands returned back to normal as she stood up to search for others)

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

Juliet went to welcome him, crying and kissing his cheeks to the point of embarrassment, while applause filled the air like when the others were introduced. “Callahan and Cleopatra Blade, twin heirs of the Blade Towers. Son and daughter of Caddaric and Ariana Blade,” The MC announced and everyone froze instantly at the sight of the two figures at the entrance. Cleo arrived two hours ago with a guest she knew her parents would not like and had spent over an hour arguing with Cal two about it. She even dyed her hair to please the guest.

How odd… Before she could step back from Diana, Claire felt an agonizing pain radiating from her belly. As Diana stepped back, Claire looked down at her belly. She looked down in puzzlement at the red blooming in her white dress before her eyes fell on the handle of the dagger sticking out from her belly. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she looked up at her ‘best friend’, who stood there with a smirk. Claire let out a cough and blood dribbled from her mouth as she stared at Diana and Liam.

She picked up the black dagger Peter had dropped and walked towards me. “Zarigold gave him this,” said Claire. “It’s the only thing that will kill you. Sorry.” I was confused. Sorry for what? She plunged the blade into my chest.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

She wanted more, but her body couldn't handle it anymore. The woman is Blade, a promising female warrior in the Greenstone and captain of a squad. She's an omega, but she managed to rise through the ranks with her exceptional talent. However, being one of the strongest still couldn't satisfy her. She's only a big fish in the well, and many are stronger than her outside.

For the beginning of the winter, today is a reasonably mild day. There was a slight breeze that blew like wisps through my hair. The temperature is comfortable at 50 degrees Fahrenheit, which might seem chilly for humans, but it is perfect for werewolves. My name is Claire McClay, and I am an 18-year-old she-wolf. I live in the Silver Moon Pack with my Omega parents, Charles and Barbara McClay. Although the Omega is the lowest rank of the pack, we are not abused and tortured at Silver Moon like what I have heard happens in other packs. But we are the lowest-paid wolves in our jobs. And that is if we get paid at all.