Claire Redfield Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Yes, the dark was darkest around that red light, and he couldn't go inside but just stared into the darkness, trying to memorize its shape until Claire's face appeared in front of him. She smiled as she walked over to him, touching his hand with her soft hands. Her hair was braided, and as she walked with him towards that red light, he could not see where he was walking to as the darkness had no ground. He looked up and saw what seemed like a red eagle. Claire looked back, showing a broad smile. She wore a red dress and black boots, and he was lost in her big blue eyes as she showed her perfect teeth. "Where are you taking me to, Claire?" Thats when he felt no ground under him and fell down.

Jo asked, her voice a mixture of confusion, fear, and anger. "Claire?!" Zeke's voice came from across the field, and when my eyes landed on him, I followed his gaze to see an attractive woman with black and gold hair walking out of the woods and towards Randolph. Claire .... wait ..... that's the troll broad that created all of the issues .... "What's the matter, Claire? Too afraid to take a human on yourself, so you had to go and get yourself an Alpha mate?" Rory asked from Dub's back, trying to goad Claire.

It’s a humiliation to the artist. Klara couldn’t say out loud that the artist is none other than herself because she never wanted to expose herself to the public eye. She wants to be only known as the White flower not Fiona Wilson or Klara Roselli but now the moron put her in difficult situation. She planned her comeback in a certain way but he stole her dream and made it come true. She was caught off guard and she really need some time to think it through. These are the paintings which she painted for years and sold them to the gallery in Kandon but she didn’t know how they ended up in Ralph’s hands.

" I assured him. "She is the ruler of the pocket dimension, Marvaritte." Claire said. They abduct humans, extract their minds and make replicas of them with that shard they have. "You weren't abducted but they have your replica. Claire stared at Khloe and I. When your power was separated into shards, it sent shock waves in multiple dimensions and realms. "When I got mine...," she started off by manifesting the ability to slice through things and heal them as she did to her palm.

We all stood up to greet them and introduce ourselves and I went straight to Claire. "Hi, Claire. I'm Deena and I'm such a huge fan of yours. You are one of the stars I really looked up to." I offered my hand and she took it with a smile. "I've been watching Ex-Factor and you are the most interesting participant." I covered my mouth and stopped myself from fangirling too hard. While the others swooned over Logan and Mariana, I'm out here interviewing Claire and blabbering about random things. I was satisfied that Kendra was ignored, and only Ryan and Paul were interested in her.

The space beneath is small, just a metal box tucked into the bones of the building. The vial glints in the dim light when I pull it out. SB Antidote Prototype. The label's peeling at the edges, the glass cold against my palm. "Thank god," Claire breathes. Then she finds the file. The photo slides out first—black and white, edges yellowed. My breath stops. It's me. But it's not. The woman has my face, my mouth, but her eyes are harder. She's standing beside a younger Arthur, his arm around her waist, his mouth curved in a smile I've never seen. Not at me. Never at me.

Each step takes me temporarily away from Declan, but I can feel his eyes burning into my back. Claire’s room is a universe apart from the rest of the somber house. Walls covered in glow-in-the-dark stars, shelves crammed with books and stuffed animals, and an entire wall dedicated to drawings taped up with adhesive tape. “This is the mural,” she announces proudly, pulling me toward the wall. “Each drawing is a day I waited for you to come back.” My heart stops. There are hundreds of drawings. Childish strokes showing a dark-haired woman, a tattooed man, and a little blonde girl between them. In some we’re at a beach, in others at a park; many show this very house that I barely know.

Caitlyn Christian's face was filled with panic. The woman called Claire lifted the red glasses on her face and showed an evil smile, "I don't want anything on you anymore, but... That girl seems to have what I want on her body. Besides... there are two lives here. I have to take one more thing from you. But that can wait until they're healed." "Then what do you want?" Caitlyn Christian asked. Claire turned to look at me, the red glasses on her face eerily making me feel I was facing a dangerous creature.

' thought Claire with an annoyed expression . " Is there anything disturbing you miss assistant ? I have noticed that you keep looking around . " said mr Fan with a calm tone . " Oh.......the view here is fantastic . The sunset will also start soon . I can't wait to see the finished project . I am a simple assistant so I was fantasizing a little about the beautiful things you will be able to create here mr Fan . " said Claire with a smile . " I see !.........I am glad that you like this place . " said mr Fan looking away from Claure and returning to his discussion with Edward .