Clara On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

After Clara lost her mother and was abused by Kyle, a gangster who once saved her life, she manages to escape from him and she has no choice but to move into this new town to start a new life afresh and forget about her past. The rape, the torture, and the heartbreak she has to leave all behind her. Bryxton City is occupied by both humans and werewolves. Clara works as a waitress in one of the biggest restaurants in Bryxton City. Today she is having an evening shift at work so the little time she has before then she has decided to use it to tidy her house before she will go see the doctor. Her today's activity is already planned out. "Oh my God! Clara come out, come see you need to see him"

“The human Luna… she must die. She is the key. The pack will fall through her.” Elara’s body shook. She stepped back but the ground under her feet broke, like it was made of glass. She almost fell but caught herself on a tree. More rogues stepped out, surrounding her. “No,” Elara whispered. “Leave me alone.” They laughed. “You are weak. You do not belong. Clara was right… you will destroy them all.” At the sound of Clara’s name, Elara froze. Then she saw her—Clara walking out from the shadows. She wore a dark gown, her smile sharp. She lifted her hand toward the rogues. “Take her. End her. Tonight she will not escape.”

Enzo muttered under his breath, completely thrown off. Lily, her voice breaking the silence, managed to say, "Clara, how did you get in the car?" Clara laughed as though it was the simplest thing in the world. "I’m a vampire," she said, rolling her eyes. "We have super speed and shit. Did you really think I’d be left behind?" She leaned back in the seat, her nonchalance almost infuriating. "God, this group is so moody. I thought you’d be fun."

disappeared. Left the pack without a word. I'd thought she abandoned me. “Let her in,” I said. “Sophia, you should rest.” Kael started. “I need to see her. Please.” He nodded, though I felt his reluctance through the bond. Clara entered the tent. She looked older. Scars on her face and arms that hadn't been there before. But her eyes—still the same warm brown. “Sophia. Moon Goddess, you're alive.” “Clara.” I didn't know what else to say.

I blurted out in refusal. She blinked, holding my hands, “Even if she doesn't die, you will have to fight at some point. Look what happened today after fighting one dark walker, she got severely injured. What do you think will happen next time? Especially if it's two or more? And trust me those things are a lot.” she stated calmly. “What happens if Mrs. Hunter dies?” I asked, still verifying the situation. Clara’s face turned sour, “Melonie…” “Just tell me!” I pestered.

Wherever she was, it was very white. Where was she? Who even was she? Clara. She blinked. Her name was Clara Kennedy and she had died wishing she could get revenge on her tormenters. Then she had made a contract with a demon when she was in purgatory. She could remember that the contract had something to do with her desire for revenge. Clara glanced down at herself. Her wrists were bandaged up and there was an IV halfway up her arm. The bed she was lying on looked like a hospital bed. Her ears started to pick up on noise nearby and she could hear a distant conversation outside the door about blood pressure.

“Who is it?” The door creaked open before an answer came. Clara stepped inside. Her crisp black shawl draped over her shoulders like a judge’s robe. Her smile was sharp. Controlled. Cold. “I heard she’s finally awake,” she said, eyes settling on Elara with no hint of concern—only calculation. “How… delightful.” Kaelen didn’t move. “She needs rest.” “I’m sure she does,” Clara replied sweetly. “She’ll need her strength for what’s coming.”

Not even a flicker of sympathy. He looked at me as though I were another package being turned away at the door. Then… A window slid open upstairs. Both of us looked up. Clara stood there. The sight of her stole my breath. She looked pale. Far paler than yesterday. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. Her shoulders slumped beneath an oversized sweater. She looked exhausted. Terrified. Broken. “Damon.” Even from below, I could hear how empty her voice sounded. “You need to leave.”

"Someone needs to rescue him." "Why? He's learning valuable lessons about managing multiple interested parties." "He's learning that dating is terrifying." "Same thing." "Excuse me," a new voice interrupted. We turned to see a young woman in an elegant green dress approaching the group. She was tall, poised, with the kind of confidence that came from high-ranking pack status. "Clara!" Hunter said, sounding relieved at the interruption and terrified at the same time. "Good to see you." Oh no. I recognized her from our victory celebration - Clara from Northpine Pack. Alpha Northpine's daughter.