Claire Redfield Novels & Stories

As much as she hadn’t liked Jared’s surprise party last night she didn't want to drop his name into the messy situation when she didn’t understand how his cream worked in the first place. The sun started rising on another day at the academy, and her heart grew cold at the thought of going out there again. Where was Claire now? The last thing she remembered was the really huge thing, too big to be a wolf, that had attacked Claire and stopped her—the huge creature with red eyes. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at Ezekiel. “Claire... Is she...?” “She’ll be out there waiting to get you alone again. It’s probably safer for you to stay here until I deal with her.”

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.

Claire I wasn't sure how long I laid there, not really sleeping, but not totally awake either. There were no windows, so I had no idea if the sun had come up. Eventually, the light flicked on and I had to cover my eyes from the stinging pain it caused. I heard loud footsteps and the metal of my cell lock clanking. I squint my eyes against the light and see Bennett walk into my cell. I shoot up and press myself against the wall, watching as he stalks towards me. When he sees my terrified face, he stops his approach and kneels in front of me. He watches me for a moment before he sighs and his shoulders sag.

I need answers first. We keep working, the room quiet except for typing and Vorian’s calls. I am lost in the logs, my mind racing; Holt, the envelopes, the breach. I am scared, more than I wanna admit. Someone is watching, and they are close. Too close. Then I notice it; a faint red smudge on Claire’s tablet case, left on the couch from when she showed us the news. It is the same red as my envelopes, bright, unnatural. My heart slams, my breath catching. Claire? No way. She has been with NexusVibe forever, running herself ragged for Vorian.

Windows cracked. Apartment 3B was on the third floor. I knocked. A woman answered. Late thirties. Tired eyes. Dark hair. "Yes?" "Claire Mendoza?" "Who is asking?" "I am Benjamin Phoenix. This is Evelyn Phoenix. We need to talk to you about Richard Harrison." Claire's face went pale. "He is dead. I saw the obituary." "We know. He left us a video. About Olivia." Claire tried to close the door. Evelyn stuck her foot in the gap.

It was memory of earlier tonight as she walked into the estate and I approached her at the door before she walked in. Then I saw it— the food. The tray of loaded fries. The one from Melissa Salvatore. The way she had taken a bite before heading upstairs. My entire body went still, painful realization jolting through me. The poison. The Deadclaw. The way she had almost died. Melissa. Melissa Salvatore who had approached me and she'd made her dislike for Elana obvious. The woman who had looked at my mate with jealousy burning behind her eyes. My wolf stirred beneath my skin.

Chloe was completely still, a small white bandage wrapped around her forehead. Chloe's dad stepped quietly across the gap between the two beds, his voice dropping as he looked at me. "Maya is still unconscious dear, so sorry," he whispered, shaking his head. A sharp ache hit my chest. He had no idea his actual daughter was the one lying there behind that curtain. I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back.

I couldn't place my finger on what was worse, having Claire kidnapped or smelling her fresh blood and wondering if I was too late. It was like the mate bond processed what I saw for me, and deemed everything besides Claire irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was Claire. She was on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her. The blood looked so dark compared to her porcelain skin. Claire had always been fair skinned, but this time she looked almost translucent. She looked like a sheet of white paper that had been dipped in water.

Claire was ready to spin her spear as she flew forward swiftly into the dragon's mouth. Claire then saw an increasingly faint gap in the center of the flames that were coming out of the dragon's mouth. Greenish gaps that are starting to fade. Claire quickly penetrated into the gap and at once she was back into the algorithms room. "Leon!" exclaimed Claire when she was back in. In the algorithms room, Claire is back to herself just as she was when she first came in here. Now she could not see the floating pictures anymore, but the floating numbers, because she didn't wear Leon's special glasses. Claire looked everywhere but couldn't find Leon.

He instantly let go and she was on her feet and out the bedroom door. Claires feet dug into the wet ground as she ran. She was close to the lake. She hated coming here but it was the only place he never came to. She stopped just shy of the lake and turned. Hidden in the trees was a small fort Morgan and Claire built out of fallen trees. She ducked under the trees and sat on the ground. Seconds past that turned into minutes which felt like hours. Something was wrong. Morgan should have been here by now. Claire ducked out of the fort and cautiously started making her way back to the house. She hung back in the trees as she reached the house looking around. Where was she? She scanned the house