Claire Redfield Death Island Novels & Stories

“But Claire apparently didn’t know me very well.” Junto’s eyes darkened and he stared at me more intently. “You have to remember that I’m a lot different than Claire. I’ve seen death. A lot. I’ve been in these kinds of situations before, watched people die. But Claire? This is the first time she has ever been so close to death. She literally watched someone she cared about be torn limb from limb by a Spiritwalker and now lives in constant fear of the same happening to her.

I am working for someone and the person has been the one secretly giving him poison damaging his lungs because the person want him dead, the person offer me a huge amount of money which I can't resist so I have no other option than to do according to the person's will, Yes Eric shouldn't have die but he died anyway " "That's so cruel of you... You're such a monster.... " Claire said and was about to leave not until she screamed as she felt something hit her hard on the head "I am sorry claire but I can't let you ruin my life " The doctor said as he watched Claire fall down on the floor as blood started gushing out of her head ---------- ----------

I lifted her onto the surface, stepping between her legs. On the screen behind us, Monica Blackwood was smiling at her laptop, thinking she had won. But as I kissed Claire, losing myself in her taste and her touch, I knew the truth. Monica was already dead. She just didn't know it yet. And we were the ones holding the shovel.

David revealed, pausing to catch his breath. “They turned to us, and that’s when terror washed over us. Ruth and Claire had black eyes and black veins. When I called out to Claire, she didn’t even recognize me—she was like a zombie, waiting for orders to attack.” David recounted, looking to Jayden to continue the story. “Dude, it was surreal. Claire was not herself; her eyes were pitch black, and her veins were visible all over her face. Ruth laughed at us and delivered a message for you and Alpha John.” Jayden added.

Claire said mockingly. Pointing at Daniel’s picture, “what makes him your suspect and how do you know he is a vampire?” Rebecca inquired. “At Kibich University, I saw him standing on a mezzanine floor across the crime scene. As soon as I went in for a closer look, he disappeared,” Claire explained. “The same thing happened at her father’s house…your late husband. He…” pointing at Daniel’s picture, “…also vanished when she went to confront him. No human can do that,” Johnson added.

Claire tapped a long, red painted fingernail against the window pane sharply. “No. We’ll wait. Let him hang himself with his guilt. Then I’ll cut the rope. Isla and Lucian will know who Claire Blackwell is and what she can do…very soon,” The woman spoke with a smirk on her stoic face, even making her assistant tremble. *** Isla sat in her penthouse, staring at the printed obituary of Dr. Elara Jensen again. “Former Blackwell Clinic Doctor Killed in Car Crash.” She traced her finger over the article. She didn't want to see the obituary again and again but she still opened it. It was the only thing making her more restless day by day

I look into her eyes curiously as I ask, “Why Isabella is going to kill you, Claire?” “Eric! Oh, for the goddesses! Thank you, thank you! Are you alright!” Claire says. I said, “Yeah, yeah, help me get up.” Claire and Peter helped me to my feet, as I turned to look around. Damn! The entire entrance has been destroyed. That means there were more explosives inside the complex. “How many casualties do we have?” I asked. “Counting the bomb squad?” Peter tells me. I nod, “Yeah.” “None.” Claire answers.

They closed the gap and kissed but Skyler's head jerked back at something on the television running in the background for no purpose at all. A news report was airing and she grabbed her remote to turn the volume up. "Not long ago the Graceful expedition called in a mayday saying they're under attack, this ship was anchored here studying Shipwreck rock for two weeks now, but as you can see there is no place to anchor around the island" Skyler sat away upright, it brought back memories. "You okay?" Asena asked. "That's where Claire was killed" Skyler said.

On the large screen behind Sterling, a progress bar was hidden behind a Vance Foundation logo. ​90%... 95%... ​"And Claire?" Elena pushed, her voice trembling with a well-acted fear. "She said she died once. Did you know she was in the cellar all those years?" ​"Claire was a useful ghost," Sterling said, stepping closer to Elena, his hand reaching out to tilt her chin up. "She managed the money better than Julian ever could. But like all ghosts, she started to believe she was still alive. That’s why she didn't leave the cellar tonight."

I hadn’t been keeping track of days since I got to the island, so there was no way I knew the exact date. I reached for my phone on the bed and pressed the power button. “Seventh of June.” Something shifted inside me. A quiet, unpleasant realization settling in like dust. That was why it had been coming back. The smoke. The fire. The voices. Fifteen days from now, Claire Donovan would be buried. “You… don’t know, do you?” I dropped the phone onto the bed, jaw tightening as I fought the urge to close my eyes. Because the second I did, I’d be back there again.