Claire Redfield Fanart Novels & Stories

Zander slowly said and walked further to the other end of the class with the girl still hanging on his back like a freaking monkey. Her hair was dyed to dark purple, a ring piercing on the end of her left eyebrow. There was a freaky skull-shaped tattoo imprinted on her upper left thigh at the outside and she wore heavy make up. Her dress was pathetic compared to her appearance. A short crop top with a tight skirt and a leather jacket. All in all she looked like a jackass bad girl— a perfect match for that bastard. She was not his match thought, Reyne was. "That is Zander, the future beta cum Paladin Alpha of our pack. And that is his girlfriend, Claire." said Britney.

He replied. Clara’s cheeks burned a bright shade of red. “May I see the picture?” I asked Clara. She nods and hands me the photo. All the color drained from my face and I froze. The woman in the photograph had the brightest shade of red hair and bright blue eyes that stood out for miles. She was beautiful. She was the woman who who gave me and Archer a second chance. The photo falls from my fingers as I stood up. “Lily, are you okay?”

Claire seemed calmer and friendlier, very different from Rose, who was so confident and looked both alluring and dangerous. Claire still looked beautiful even while wearing her waitress uniform. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, with a few strands left loose on either side of her face. Her lips were painted with maroon lipstick. Arsen swallowed hard. His blood rushed through his veins. Those lips—those red lips—reminded him of the love of his life, Rose. The mysterious girl who had thrown him into a frenzy in just one night. Only he and God knew what Rose had done to make him so utterly obsessed with her.

Clay pushed off against the table and walked around admiring her art and framed pictures in the room "Well, I thought you'd at least be happy to see me here," he said casually, and Lorraine felt a bit aggrieved. She had been too preoccupied with keeping herself together and appearing neat that she didn't even try to be a good guest. She saw him gazing at her art, "That's Filo Niu," she said, and he turned to her in confusion "What?" Clay asked "It's my first painting ever. Look around; this is what started this absurd dream," she said unenthusiastically,

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.

“But would either of you know where I could find Claire Taylor?” Her heart started to race and thump in her chest while running cold in her veins. “Wha…what do you need with her?” Claire instinctively stepped between the stranger and Quinn, her protective instincts coming forth. This caused the stranger’s eyes to narrow. “Ahh. Hello Claire.” His smile grew to reveal yellowed, pointed fangs that had definitely seen better days. “I’m afraid that you need to come with me.” The hazel coloring in his eyes slowly glowed red as he stalked around the desk towards them.

Bastian asks. "Come with me, now." I lead him up to my room. I enter my room. "Since the day it happened, I've only seen one thing. A pair of glowing red eyes. It haunted my nightmares until a series of hypnosis managed to lock the beast away. Until now...." I remove the cloth from the painting I painted a few days ago. "This came to me the day of the pool party." Bastian walked up to the painting slowly. "This was the monster I saw that day." I held myself.

Jeez, sweetheart, how can I return when you wear that? I found myself taken aback as I stepped into the vehicle, for there before I sat Claire, dressed in the very costume that had been fashioned for her by the hands of Russell a short while prior. She covers herself in a provocative rabbit costume, reminiscent of those often depicted in "hentai" videos. Her flawless complexion and the gentle curvature of her thighs beckon, inviting one's touch to explore their velvety softness. The rigid object covering her bosom was impossible to ignore. Its allure tempted me to engage in a tantalizing game of tongue.

“Is there any chance you have a photo of Caiden? It would make things simpler. I doubt that Caiden is the name you’ll find him using if you come across him.” Clara shook her head. “He wasn’t visible to anyone apart from other demons and myself. I can draw him though.” She retrieved her sketchbook from her bag and started work on a very detailed sketch of Caiden. She took her time and when she handed the sketch over to Arthur, she was satisfied that she had drawn him true to life. “Hmm,” Arthur said as he looked the sketch over. “He’s good looking. I’ll give him that. I’m not sure I can use this too well. A sketch isn’t quite a substitute for the capabilities of a photograph.”

But before I could unleash the polite yet devastating response I was crafting, Claire beat me to it. “Lady,” she said sweetly, “your painting’s lovely, but I’ll take a kid with imagination over one who paints what he’s told any day.” The woman bristled, her lips pursing so tightly I thought she might implode. She sniffed and stalked off, dragging her art prodigy in tow. Eddie blinked up at Claire. “Did she not like Sparkle Fang?” “Sparkle Fang’s a legend,” Claire said firmly. “Anyone who doesn’t see that needs to get their eyes checked.”