Claire Redfield Death Island Novels & Stories

"We need to be smart about this. Get everything in order before—well, before it's too late. Elena's wedding is expensive, and the café needs repairs, and I've been looking at that condo in Florida..." I stop listening. She's not here to support me. She's here to calculate my net worth as a corpse. Elena comes in week three, when I'm finally strong enough to sit up without vomiting. She breezes in like she's visiting a friend at a spa, not her dying sister in oncology. She's carrying shopping bags and bridal magazines. "Claire! Oh my God, you look so much better!" She doesn't. She lies beautifully. "I brought you some things—look!"

Sophia's POV My heart stopped the moment the elevator doors opened. There she was. Lauren. No, it couldn’t be. My mind was screaming in denial. Lauren was dead. She had been dead for five years. And yet, there she stood—alive, breathing, and with seemingly no recollection of me. She stepped inside the elevator, phone pressed to her ear, her soft laugh cutting through the air like a ghostly echo from the past. “Baby,” she said, her voice light and warm, “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

"Who did you see?" Finn wanted to take his face away from Claire's hands, thinking that she wouldn't believe him and tag him as superstitious again. He didn't want to say anything that would cost him the little love he had earned with his sweat and hard work from his ma'am, he couldn't risk it. However, Claire didn't allow him to take the face away, "Tell me, I will believe you." She promised. "I saw Ms Rae," He told her, "She got into an accident and she died. She came here, didn't she?"

I felt how my eyes watered immediately, but I didn't allow it to escape my eyes. “He won't be here anymore, Claire, because we're not together anymore.” Claire embraced me after saying that. Trust me, at that moment, I failed to refrain from crying. I just burst into tears in silence as I felt her embrace. itsclarixass

But in truth, the military could have sent a special aircraft at any time to take me and my squad away if I wanted to leave. I had shouldered enormous pressure just to protect Ryan and get him out alive. But the first thing he did when he woke up was to send me to my death. I never wanted to feel the pain of being burned alive again. In this life, I decided that I would push Ryan and Clara into taking the path to hell. We waited in suffocating silence as the zombie horde drew nearer. Clara finally came running, clutching a leopard-print bag. Her shiny blonde hair billowed behind her, and she wore a face full of makeup.

a young man reported to his commander. If they didn't know Claire's status as a commander in this special forces, they would have thought that this woman was an ordinary woman, but her appearance now seemed far from that. "They can't just die from drowning at the bottom of the lake!" Claire hissed fiercely. She still couldn't forget what those astral beings had done to her. She was unconscious when it all happened until the special forces team found her in the kitchen. And then Claire got the news that her best friend, Ellen, had passed away and it was very likely that those bastard creatures had killed her. It was an indisputable fact, there were no other suspects in this case.

Fire lit my ribs. Second grazed Penny's bicep, she hissed, but didn't fall. The third, Calder's, was poetry. Straight through the throat. Claire's eyes bulged. Her mouth worked in silence. A thick gurgle bubbled out, painting her chin red. She collapsed forward, twitching, eyes locked on nothing. Just like that, Claire Morrison stopped existing. No last words. No final spell. No resurrection. Just death. We watched her bleed out as the fire consumed the room behind us. No police came. No fire trucks. No drones. This was a black operation. A closed chapter.

CALIFF “I’m so sorry, Claire. I wish I had good news.” “I want you to be honest with me, Alpha. Is my husband dead?” “I don’t know, Claire.” I shook my head. I didn’t know how to answer a grieving woman waiting for her mate to return to her. And she looked like she had been crying and hadn’t been sleeping well. “The PD in the city and the sheriff hadn’t found a body. So we have hopes. That’s why we’re not giving up.”

"Excuse me?" "I..." Jeff dropped his hand and stepped back and ran his other hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else." The woman pulled her jacket straight and walked away quickly giving him a dirty look. Jeff stood for a moment, looking disoriented. He was here to see his grandfather and here he was seeing things. It couldn't have been her. Claire was dead. He'd been at her funeral five years ago and watched them lower her casket into the ground.

Claire said from behind Elijah and I. Elijah and I got up from our crouching positions staring at Claire like she had fallen from the moon. "Philip is dead?!" I asked finding it difficult to believe that Philip, one of my best guards and warriors was dead. When? How? "What do you mean that he is dead?" Elijah asked Claire walking up to her. "May we talk in the comfort of your study my lord?" She asked looking at me, walking to Helena. "Everything would be just fine." She said helping her rise from the floor she had fallen to and hugging her. Then she walked towards Elijah and I and off we went to my study.