Clara Afton Novels & Stories

Yet a single answer led to more questions which soon would become uncertainties. Clara stomped her way towards the lake—the one which she fell on the very first day—where the small wooden bridge that led to the Royal Residence was. She faltered in her steps when a small tingle erupted in the pits of her stomach, a strange sensation she only felt when that certain person was somewhere nearby.

Blood. “No…” Clara stumbled forward, her feet moving before her mind could catch up. Tears streamed down her face as she ran with all her might—ran to her daughter. The sand around her was soaked with blood. She was barely clinging to life. Clara wasted no time. She picked her up in her arms and quickly rushed to the car, gently placing her in the back seat. She flew to the driver’s seat, started the car, and sped to the nearest hospital. How could this have happened? Someone had pushed her daughter from the two-storey building—but why? Claire was a sweet, innocent, and joyful bundle of life. Who would want to hurt her?

the orphanage ". Both of them started laughing. " Just imagine in the middle of August our shop will be filled with fresh flowers. How romantic, Clara am going to the orphanage to meet the dean. *** During the weekend, Clara went back to the estate. She looked at the mountain road and smiled. This was the beautiful scene she had discovered last month. This mountain road is always beautiful during sunset, so Clara would always stop at the hill and lie down under a maple tree to admire the beauty before her every sunset , instead of going into the mansion.

I didn’t want to see mom get hurt, but I couldn’t sell out my aunt. “There is an orchard in a small town called Meaford. You can find one there.” Tyler ignored me. “I’m sorry Clara but maybe we can make it to them before they do.” He had a point, but unless we could teleport we wouldn’t get there in time. “Thank you for that, but it’s too late now. She is a traitor after all” he sliced her neck with the blade; blood staining the water around him. “No”I screamed grabbing for Tyler. The hunter tossed my mothers body and she falls to the lake floor.

He left the sitting _room immediately in Angers. Clara has been on the run for ten hours now. She did actually manage to find a place to sleep last night. And Now, it was actually morning. Wandering out of nowhere, she decided to enter the studio and perhaps hide there, so that people wouldn't see her. But she guessed wrong. All she could see at the moment was her picture printed on the wall and there were words written on top of it boldly "Wanted '' were the words written in her banner pictures Which were posted everywhere in the studio. She took a step backwards about to turn when someone grabbed hold of her.

Before the daggers could reach Elena’s skin, the nursery door burst open from the inside. Clara moved with terrifying, sudden precision. She did not look like a gentle nurse now. Her eyes were dark with protective rage. She gripped a long, silver-tipped spear in both hands, driving the weapon straight through the assassin’s throat before he could touch her sister. The blade ripped out the back of the killer's neck. Clara pulled the weapon back with a quick twist, letting the assassin collapse to the floor, gasping on his own dark blood. "They won't step one foot near my family," Clara hissed, her hands steady on the bloodied shaft of her spear.

Chloe was in the attic, her face pale and drawn as she stared out the window at the darkening sky. Clara watched them with detachment, her expression unreadable. These were the people who had tormented her, stolen from her, watched her die without a flicker of remorse. And now, they were about to face the consequences of their actions. The frost was coming, and they were completely unprepared.

She fucking did something to me no other woman ever had. Clara stared straight at me and pushed some hair behind her shoulder, revealing the four large canine scars I had given her last Friday night. She brushed her fingers over them, gripped the edge of the desk, and pressed her trembling thighs together, brows furrowed the way they always did right before she came. “Class is dismissed early today,” I said, breathing roughly and clutching the papers so hard my claws tore through them. “Be ready to dive into horror classics on Friday.”

Clara said quietly. That was when I realized that Clara was still talking. “The attacks came fast,” she continued. “Rogues, men that Oris planted, people outside town. They wanted to ruin us. I learnt some of them were people who escaped from the war.” “How did you survive?” I asked. “We fought back,” Alora’s laugh was dry. “We couldn’t let them. Some of them tried to rape our ladies.” Clara choked on her tea. “Mom stabbed one,” Hera puffed her chest proudly.

“There’s one more place.” Grace looks over. “Delaney… no.” Mom lifts her brows. “Yes.” Grace shakes her head. “Clara? Are you sure? Because of who her mate is?” Mom sighs. “Aaron doesn’t trust witches. Not after what happened.” I blink. “Who’s Clara? And her mate?” Mom turns toward me. “Clara is the Luna of the SilverClaw Pack in coastal Massachusetts. Her mate is Aaron. the Alpha.” Grace adds, “And Aaron has… history with witches.”