Clay X Peril Novels & Stories

The three of them stiffened, shock flashing through their eyes. After a moment, Zephyr reached out, gesturing toward the other two. "I am Zephyr… and they are Cael Ardent and Lorian Crest. We all suffered fatal injuries in the past, so each of us carries… certain defects. If you have any orders, Alpha Seraphina, you may give them directly." I nodded, not asking further. Perhaps this body was simply too heavy. After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist.

Clay starts again, his voice rumbling deep in his chest, “are feeling particularly smug right now, seeing as we pulled the mother of all tricks on this entire assembly.” “Poor old Rham!” one of his pack brothers bellows from the back, sending the crowd into howling laughter. Poor old Rham can rot in the wilderness, for all I care. I might be bewildered by the sudden collision of lust and panic I feel toward my new mate, but I am standing tall. “In all seriousness,” Clay continues, his fingers flexing against my shoulder with a reassuring pressure, “I took a massive gamble last week. Enormous. I risked my bond with my brother, and his bond with Lamia, and it was terrifying.”

SKYLA The paper in my hands felt heavier than any weapon. Felt heavier than the ring sitting pretty on my dainty fingers. Heck, it felt heavier than the shackles that Xavier and his half-brother Steve had wrapped around me. It felt like a curse disguised as a cure. The words swam beneath my fingertips, each line of legal jargon spelling out a trap I hadn’t seen coming. My name. Carl’s signature. Project Delphinium. Power disguised as a noose.

Queenie's face twisted into an expression of utter mania, and then, in a gesture of shared malice and triumph, the couple clinked their glasses together. It was just as I had expected—being in proximity to the cursed perfume bottle was enough to initiate the spell. I immediately devised a plan and hailed a cab to the office. There, I retrieved the original porcelain bottle I had dumped in the trash can. While Preston and Queenie were having a rendezvous in the hotel, I poured the last few drops of the cursed perfume into a bottle, mixing them with Queenie's personal perfume. After that, I applied for leave at work, citing I needed some time off for recuperation, and arranged a trip with my c

"I love you, Seraphine. Remember that always. No matter what happens." The blade fell with a sickening sound. His head rolled away from his body. My scream shattered the night, but it could not bring him back. "Kieran's mate and child will be banished from this pack," Alpha Darius announced over my broken sobs. "Ten years of exile for their tainted blood. Let them wander the wilderness until the shame washes clean." "Ten years?" Mama's voice broke. "She is just a child, Darius. Just a baby."

Clay responds, resuming his pacing. “Exactly. Especially since rumors suggest she has a ‘difficult mind.’ From what I’ve seen of the upper class, that probably just means she speaks her mind.” He looks at me, a dawning realization in his eyes. “We’re doomed, aren’t we?” “We might be,” I admit reluctantly. “But if we work together, if we stand united as an underworld, we might have a chance.” “Damn, you sound so much like Adis now that it’s scary,” Clay says, shaking his head with a small grin.

A creek bed with cobbles turned sideways channeled water from the gutter, enhancing the look of rushing water. I walked and followed the smoothened cobblestone pathway, probably leading me to the seashore because the footpath had ended, and its edge was almost covered by white powder-like sand. I sat, resting my chin on the knees and scooping the fine sand, and letting some grains escape from my hand. The remaining sand on my palm reminded me of myself, trying to stay on to things I shouldn’t. “Tara!” I heard Blake’s voice the first time. It was undeniable that my heart leaped with joy hearing his voice, but it also felt the unbearable pain of seeing him.

"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

And I’d nodded like I believed it. But now, every step I took felt like gambling that she wouldn’t lose me to the same war she got dragged into. “This way,” Clay murmured, breaking the silence with a hand signal. He ducked between two loading docks that reeked of rust and stale motor oil. “We’re five minutes out.” The wind shifted, catching on the edge of my collar and lifting the scent of gasoline and mildew. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed once and died. Too far to matter. Close enough to remind me we weren’t the only predators out here tonight.