Clay Fnaf Novels & Stories

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

Clayton didn't budge, silently standing his ground. "Layla, who's that?" asked Salem. "That's Clayton, my new beastkin." "What?" Salem looked at me in disbelief. "You've taken in a new beastkin? What about me?" "Wow!" Lisa exclaimed loudly. "Mom and Dad, come quick! Layla's got a new beastkin!" Hearing the commotion, Mom and Dad came out to look at Clayton. I took Clayton's hand and introduced him. "Mom and Dad, this is our newest family member. His name is Clayton Yarrow."

he added, and we both shared a laugh. Clay is a close friend, and though I wish he were my mate, I know he's not. I'd already found mine, and I pushed thoughts of him out of my mind. Refocusing on Clay, the beta for the future, he may be just 17, but he thinks like an adult and is committed to the well-being of the pack and its members, alongside the future gamma, Alec.

Clara stuttered. “Nonsense. It’s just clay. It’s meant to be played with.” Anya’s hand rested lightly on the back of Clara’s chair. “It’ll be fun. I promise.” Clara looked at John. He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, as if to say she could do whatever she wanted. “Okay,” Clara heard herself say. “Sure.” ********** Anya’s studio was a separate, sun-flooded cabin behind the main lodge, filled with the clean, earthy scent of clay and damp plaster. Shelves held finished pieces: vases, bowls, mugs with glazes in deep blues and greens.

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m

I snapped a photo of the grim-faced doctors and the muddy interior of the bus and hit send: [I’ve got a whole bus full of candidates. [Where are you?] he shot back. [Heading into the Clamville disaster zone. Don't know when I'll be back. If the silence gets too loud for you, go find someone else. But don't expect me to be your safety net when you're done.] My phone rang within seconds. I hesitated, then pressed it to my ear. "Are you out of your mind?" Cole’s voice wasn't just cold; it was vibrating with a primal fury I hadn't heard before. "The rain in Clamville is peaking. There are reports of secondary floods and massive mudslides. You're heading into a slaughterhouse."

“Clay is allergic to nuts, especially almond.” Taken by that information, Sky immediately looks towards Clay. With his mind in between thoughts observing Clay in return, Andrea is left speechless as he is in a deep wonder. When it a certain someone from his past with the same food allergy reminds him off. Thinking that it might just be a coincidence as there is not just one person who had an allergy to the same certain food at once, he shakes the thoughts away.

Clay sighed, “I don’t know if I can believe you.” Jenna nodded, “that’s exactly how I feel about you being a dragon.” Clay laughed as he looked at her. She could make out some of his facial features but nothing distinctive in the gloom. Besides his glowing green eyes, she had no reason to believe he wasn’t crazy and not an actual dragon. "Either way, I’m escaping. Do you want to come with me?” asked Clay. Jenna looked into Clay's glowing green eyes, “Escaping how?” Clay smiled, “My best friend is working on that now. He should be breaking through that wall any time now.”

But she couldn’t quite reach, so Clay chuckled softly and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. Their lips met, and she murmured, “You’re back,” as her arms wrapped snugly around his neck. “And you brought company.” Makayla laughed brightly, her warmth radiating through the bustling air. “Meet Zeus,” she pointed to the chubby corgi, “and Tinkerbell. Pocket’s dad and mom. And that’s Xenia—Clay’s girlfriend, if that wasn't already clear from the PDA.” Xenia’s gaze drifted towards me, still nestled in Clay’s strong embrace. “You must be Lilac! Finally!” she exclaimed, her grin contagious. “Mak’s been holding out on us. Welcome to New York.”

"Fat chance! I'm not taking off my pants in public let alone in front of some guy whose name I don't even know! I may be an orphan but I know stranger danger!" Clay rested on the back of his hands when Damon all but climbed further on the bench to get away from him. A soft breath of a sigh and Clay observes the tips of Damon's light ears churn into a faint cherry blossom. There was something explicitly cute about the words stranger danger leaving that boy's mouth. Easing off his knees that ached from resting on the wooden floors for an extended period of time, Clay merely replied, "Clay Ares." There was a grumble, something akin to a choke of disbelief, before he heard Damon shuffle. Already