Clay Moral Orel Novels & Stories

-CLAY- Entering this realm means giving your whole loyalty to the company. Never bruised its name and never break the rules. Ever since Kai entered the dorm, we knew he's something special most especially when we learned that he didn't take any entrance exam. On that very day of our day off, there we officially knew who he really was.

Seeing Clayton walk aside and sit down against a pillar, Yrian, Yukha and Taotie looked at each other in confusion. Clayton was the most arrogant and stubborn creature ever. They never dared ask him for too much or control him. However, he had a lethal weakness—faithfulness. He lived by it and would never betray it. Now that he had made a mistake, his heart was full of guilt.

Relief, unaccounted for, colors the silver flakes of his eyes with wonder and confusion, before it fades as easily as it came. "What took you so long?" Damon mutters, watching Clay advance with a medical kit in tow. The presence that put him on edge… "Please keep in mind, Damon, that I am not familiar with this orphanage." Clay retorts after he's situated on the floor in front of Damon's legs, his formal slacks crunched as he crouches there. …Intrigues him. The youth watches those slim fingers open the case with a snap. "So…in other words," Damon starts, eyes still set on Clay's fingers when the other looks up at him. "You got lost?"

He somehow counted calmly into his mind to stay calm and put his thoughts straight as it’s somehow shaking in a protest like a brewing hesitation that clumping to withdraw his initial offer. Looking at Sky’s hand reaching out to him and back at his face, Clay is still in a tormenting annoyance unto himself as his mind could not reach for a decision. “I,” he finally manages to say a word, yet stops then and there as he slid back his hand into his pocket. Looking back at Sky he wonders, just what it is that’s creeping inside of him. Like somehow a parasite he cannot get rid or stop from growing, but instead, it's striving and making him sick in a pleasant way. Thinking deep he cannot help hims

The silence inside the station became unbearable after Clara’s words. Rain echoed softly against broken windows overhead. Water dripped somewhere deeper in the tunnels. Nobody moved. Because somehow— the simplest statement had become the most dangerous one yet. *Oliver regrets what happened.* *Elias refuses to.* Clara stood between them quietly now. Not emotionally overwhelmed. Not angry. Just honest. And honesty was becoming Elias’s greatest problem. Elias looked at her carefully. “You believe regret changes morality.” Clara didn’t hesitate.

Yale nodded, “It’s odd to have a human actually fated mated to our kind.” Clay played with the wine bottle in his hands, “I know. I quite don’t understand it myself, but she is definitely my mate.” Yale sighed, “Do you think she’s even good enough for you?” Clay looked at Yale with defeat, “I would imagine s,o but who’s to say? She’s from a different timeline, she knows nothing of our world, and she’s odd.” Yale laughed, “She definitely is odd, but like you said, maybe she is the key.”

"You really think Layla likes you? She's just using you to piss me off. Once she's done venting, she'll dump a low-grade, inferior beastkin like you immediately." Clayton arched a brow. "So? Layla says you're filthy. At least I'm clean. I'll bite the necks off anyone who tries to touch me instead of pretending to resist as you did." Well, this was interesting. Clayton was usually meek, helpless, and honest in my presence. This was the first time I've seen the sharp side of him. "Clean? How dare a gladiator like you speak of cleanliness? Who knows how many of your own kind you've ripped apart?" Salem sneered.

Clay just became interested in chasing girls and I wanted to train to become a hunter. His morals are blurry when it comes to issues of human/wolf relations. Clay is an equal opportunity fuckist. If he vibes on a female, he’ll lure her into his bed regardless of the consequences, whether she’s human, or that one time in his younger days he hooked up with a mated she-wolf from another pack. Clay was her revenge fuck against her own mate whom she thought wasn’t giving her enough attention. River claims that Clay joined the hunters because he had to leave pack lands or the wolf’s spurned mate would kill him. I believe that story to be true.

"Alright, you get points for that, but you're still on probation, buddy." Clay chuckled, visibly relieved. "Fair enough." As we stood there, I could feel the dynamics subtly shifting. This was a critical juncture, not just between me and Clay, but also between two people who held significant sway over different parts of my life. Moro's protective concern was palpable, almost tactile, creating a momentary force field around us. It was as if she was the gatekeeper to my old life, cautiously scrutinizing this new figure who had so abruptly and irresistibly entered my world.

It looked less like a construction site and more like the setting for a folk revival. “Reinforcements!” Clara called, spotting me. She looked tired but energized, her teacher’s voice projecting over the hammering. “Just in time. We’re debating the ethics of bribery via pastry.” “It’s not bribery,” I said, heaving the box onto a picnic table. “It’s strategic morale enhancement. Where’s LJ?”