Claire Redfield Death Island Novels & Stories

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.

She drew her pistol and fired at it while another leaped right over the desk at her. Next to her, a Hallowed ran up to Max and fired his rifle in close range. In exchange, Max emptied his pistol into the Hallowed. Both were peppered with each other’s bullets, and blood spilled out from their wounds. Claire shot at the Hallowed even as it tackled her, and pushed her down to the ground. Her head struck the floor with a BANG, and she found herself dazed from the blow. In that moment, she was absolutely certain that they were all dead, that they had done too little, and that everything had come to a gruesome and untimely end.

The tension was annoying me and the look on Candice's face clearly said something was wrong. “Is there something wrong? Just tell me if something is wrong. Is it a bad thing?” I asked with urgency and anger in my voice. I couldn't bear the tension in the air. “Spit it out Drake, and it's an order.” “We think Claire didn't die and she is still alive,” Drake said and everything around me first felt like it was all spinning and I sat down to think of what he just said. He still thought right, it wasn't completely true. “And the fact behind her not coming back is she lost her memory. and has forgotten about you and Isabella.”

Three days. The words hung in the air. The room still smelled of ozone from Red’s little entrance. Claire’s terror was a live wire in my chest. One of you must surrender. Or you both die. Red stood there, looking at us like we were a disappointing science experiment. “Well?” he drawled, that infuriating smirk finally creeping back onto his face. “Don’t look so shocked. You knew the terms were temporary. You just sped up the expiration date.” “You didn’t tell me this!” I snapped. “You didn’t say I was killing her just by being here!”

he asked the detective. “I have some news to share with you.” “Would you like Norman and me to step out?” Daphne asked Blake. “That's not necessary. You are family, so… Please, tell us the news, Paul.” “There is no easy way to say this but… Claire is dead,” Paul stated. “I went to see her early this morning. The door was unlocked so I let myself in. I found her in the living room… She was severely beaten and stabbed… in the chest.”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bennett. We did everything we could." Calvin slumped against the wall, numb. "How… how could this happen? How…" "Accept it," the doctor said gently, patting his shoulder as the staff recorded Iris's time of death. Once the doctor left, Calvin regained a cold composure. He pulled out his phone and dialed Claire. "Claire… Iris is dead." "What?" Claire gripped her phone, stunned, her mind racing. She hadn't even had the chance for revenge yet. How could Iris die just like that?

“I never looked into the future to find out Fiona St. Clair’s story so I never had any idea of the truth.” “I didn’t faint when he told showed me a photo of Clara St. Clair,” Clara told him. “However, I did faint when he told me that we tried to commit suicide at exactly the same time. I never realised we died at the same time because of the difference in our time zones.” She realised when she said that that there was a very good reason for both of them attempting to erase themselves at the exact same time and why Caiden was holding a contract in his hand.

I didn’t know how to explain it, but having him near made the chaos seem more manageable. We reached a building that was mostly intact. It had once been a research facility, and we knew it was the best place to get the data we needed. Ethan gave a quick signal to his team, and we moved inside. The moment we stepped through the door, I was hit with the stench of rot. The walls were covered with bloodstains and claw marks—evidence of the infected’s assault on this place. The lights flickered overhead, casting long, unsettling shadows on the walls. I could hear the faint groans and hisses of the infected moving just outside the building, and I knew that if we weren’t careful, we wouldn’t make i

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

"I also found this. Richard visited with a woman named Clara Morrison three times in prison. Guard logs show her listed as his spiritual advisor." "So? Lots of prisoners have spiritual advisors." "Clara Morrison is Claire Mendoza. Same person. Different name." My blood ran cold. "Claire visited Richard in prison?" "Three times. Two months before he died. They were planning something." Evelyn stood up, pacing. "This does not make sense. Why would Claire pretend not to know Richard died if she visited him in prison?" "Because she is running a con. And we fell for it." I grabbed Evelyn's hand. "We need to tell Detective Morrison. Now."