Clay Fnaf Novels & Stories

He even has the respect of people who don’t know him. Outside the walls of The Rebelution, he is unknown by the other packs because he doesn’t communicate with them. The only time when Clay is in action, is when Beast is in killing mode – and that’s usually on rescue missions where we rescue those trapped by Simoa. During the past five years, of the three thousand members of The Rebelution, about half of them were rescued from Simoa’s grasp. Clayton has really dedicated his life to The Rebelution and taking down his parents and Simoa. We’re all confident in that he’s doing all that he can. I know for a fact that we’re all itching to attack, but he won’t let us go into it prematurely, and so

“So where do we even start?” “We need to talk to Clay,” Tjeck says, glancing back toward the road. “He was Zombie’s ally during the war. If anyone has a clue about what might have happened to Adis… or why he’s Zombie… it’s him.” A shiver runs down my spine at the mention of Clay. He’s always been an unpredictable element in the underworld, and the thought of seeking him out sends a ripple of apprehension through me. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Clay has never been the most trustworthy.”

"Clay told me that he wanted to rule the strongest pack in the world to get revenge on his parents for taking away his birthright. After you attacked the first base, we were constantly on the move which meant that I was kept sedated. They would feed me food laced with sedatives. What they didn't realize, is how quickly lycan immune systems adjust to foreign invaders. I realized that the sedatives were not working as well as before, so I planned how to escape. My opportunity came when they moved me to Clay’s tent during the last battle. A couple of his men gave me food. I ate the food and acted like I was asleep. When the men left me alone with Clay, I revealed that I wasn’t actually asleep.

“I can’t right now, but I’ll be in at five to collect your visitor.” “See ya, Dad,” Clay said as he pulled a chair out from the kitchen table. He chuckled. “I guess that’s my cue,” he said with a smirk. He turned and walked away from the threshold. Regina slid the door closed. She turned to look at Clay. He was a handsome little boy. He had the same smirk and thick, dark hair as his father, and he had a cute little nose. “So, are you hungry?” “No ma’am.” She smiled. “You don’t have to call me ma’am.”

Jan settled in the chair next to me, "I've got a lot of explaining to do. Can it wait for later?" I reached over and caressed her thigh, "Yes. Let's get the kids out here and see what happens." Jan's eyes went wide when she saw Clay slip out of Mandy's room. She looked at me. I just smiled. Clay got coffee and came out, wearing just a pair of shorts. He looked like a condemned man. His eyes went wide when he saw his parents naked, lingering on his mother. I just smiled again. "Clay, lose the shorts, we're a nudist family now."

He mimicked her trembling voice, doubling over with laughter again. David clapped his hands, clearly proud of their prank. “Come on, Joyce, admit it. It was genius. We even got you home safe and sound.” “Safe and sound?!” Joyce snapped. “You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!”

She chuckled, eyeing Clay. “Hello, ma’am.” He smiled. “Clay Nikolaidis, but you can call me beefcake if you want. I’ll still answer.” He winked. She giggled. “I wish you both luck in your future. And I hope that deplorable man gets what’s coming to him.” She snorted before hugging me and returning to her seat. “Hey, Clay. How are you holding up?” A guy I recognized from the birthday party pictures that Clay showed me asked. It’s one of his cousins, and he’s very handsome if you are into blondes with icy blue eyes.

I said. Clay acted as if he were shocked. “Selene!” He repeated. “Your slave widow?” “She is not a slave,” I said. “She is my friend and belongs to the beta clan we defeated months ago.” “Well, I have eyes only for royalty,” Clay said, his voice very cold. “So you agree to make me your Luna,” I said, smiling softly. Clay’s expression shifted from surprise, confusion, something dangerously close to hope, then carefully blank. “Many still see you that way.”

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.

He sprinkled some water to Sonya who stared at him. “You look so blue, Sonya. And, you know that you look not so good in that mood!” He tried to make a joke. Sonya smirked. “What are you going to do next?” Clayton wrapped his two upfolded legs with his arms. “I am still waiting for Jacqueline. I sent her some pictures that we found from the sacred land!” Sonya jiggled her head. “One of your friends that you said studying archaeology?” Clayton nodded. He scorched and stared at her. “How’s your feeling?”