Clay X Viva Novels & Stories

His child. Falvio leaned back, eyes narrowing. The calm precision of his mind masked the storm inside. Every detail of the last confrontation with Ines played on repeat: her wild eyes, the way she clutched the bracelet to her chest, the screams tearing through the villa like an unseen predator. Chaos had a smell, a texture—he remembered it. And he would use it.

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.

The Hollow Blade’s will pushed against hers, seducing her with visions of invincibility. “You could destroy them all, embrace me.” Her lips parted in a whisper that chilled even the hardened warriors below. “Run… before I end you all.” The ground beneath them trembled, cracking under the power that poured from her aura. The courtyard fractured, dust rising in choking plumes. Lyandra's soldiers froze mid-advance, their bodies writhing as the golden-black flames burned over them, purifying and consuming at once. Some survived only because Raven’s chaotic focus refused to fully release its wrath.

She said while the others agreed with her. “Lydia, I will need something from you,” Clara said and whispered the thing she needed into Lydia's ears. Her face widened and she hurriedly nodded her head. “I will bring it to you tonight,” Lydia replied to her. “Also, Savannah, do you have nah drug that could knock people out within seconds? They shouldn't wake up in the next thirty minutes also.” Clara asked while Savannah smiled. “You are just at the right place.” Savannah opened a drawer and took out a whitish substance which was wrapped in a paper.

Murmurs rippled through the group. "He's telling the truth," Kyle said quietly beside Natzy. She turned to him. "What?" "He's a genius," Kyle said, his gaze fixed on Naro. "He sees patterns most people don't." "A game?" Natzy repeated, skeptical. "VEDRAH is a trial ground," Kyle said. "We're judged here. Hunted by what we've done. The worst of what we are." Natzy's chest tightened. 'Hunted by my crimes.' The words echoed in her mind.

King Fitzroy could barely contain his excitement and curiosity. "These are two discoveries I made on my journey, the first is mana clay. It attracts and stores mana, but it also has an additional function. When it's baked into bricks, it pulls in mana from one side and releases it from the other. Imagine a house made of these things, constantly supplying it with highly concentrated mana 24/7. It would be like living inside an energy chamber." The crowd had a million questions but Xasha had not ceded the floor nor had he explained what the other thing was, "the liquid is a potion made from moon mango extract."

I pushed the door open, and my jaw threatened to drop for a second time. It was a masterpiece of black marble, a freestanding deep soaking tub, and a rainfall shower that looked big enough to stand a family in. But as I walked up to the vanity, my eyes landed on a row of high-end feminine products—expensive face washes, designer body scrubs, and silk hair wraps.

“Clay is here to see you, and he has some scary she-wolf with him.” “Send him in,” I sigh. Clay is one of those people I wish I could erase from my life. I truly dislike the man, and I can’t fathom how I ever agreed to an alliance with him. Seconds later, Clay struts in, accompanied by a she-wolf I’ve never seen before. There’s something about her that sends chills down my spine. She has dark, almost black, wavy hair, high cheekbones, and perfectly shaped lips. Her eyes are peculiar… one green and one blue. “Good afternoon, Zombie. Let me introduce my new beta, Ela.”

I was finalizing a patient’s CT orders when my friend Sally ran up, looking like she’d seen a ghost. "Ivy! What were you thinking?" she gasped, clutching her chest. "Why did you sign up for the Clamville relief team? It’s a literal death trap over there with the rain still coming down!" I froze. "The relief team? Sally, I didn't sign up for anything. I can't leave my mother right now; her recovery is too fragile." "Your name is at the top of the list, Ivy! I saw the printout in the director’s office."

I bit my lips and tried my best to swallow down the lump forming in my throat. "So? What happens to me? I'm not going to participate in this competition?" Vera's smile brightened as she shook her head. "No, that's where you're wrong Claire. You will participate, but on another division." I blinked at her. "Another division?" She nodded. "I'll let Livia here do all the talking." As Vera spoke, I felt an imposing presence behind me. My eyes snapped back, and I felt Vera stand beside me. "Claire, I'd like to introduce you to the leader of the Cytokinesis Division, Livia," Vera said, gesturing to the woman, who stood in front of us.