Clayface Novels & Stories

Both stopped mucking around and stalked towards us, I felt very small and suddenly frightened. The younger looking one picked me up out of the chair and spun me around stunning me “look whose finally up, we thought for a minute there you were going to die on us girl, I’m Clay” he said when he finally put me back down, I just stared at him. He acted like we were old friends, it was strange but I couldn’t help but smile at his playful behaviour, I must have been staring a little long because he chuckled at me “I’m extremely handsome, I know. No need to stare” he said with a wink. “How are you feeling, how’s that little bun you got cooking, can’t wait to meet the little guy, oh and by the way y

Today, I'll make him talk. I was sitting on the sofa in the corridor when he came out. He was not a mess anymore. Zayn, the perfect statue is back. I instantly stood up. "Zayn...drink this" I gave him the mug of tea while peeping into his eyes. He looked surprised. It's the first expression I saw from that statue-like face. His hand brushed against mine when he took the mug and it felt like an electrifying wave of shock ran through my body. I shuddered and moved my hand forthwith. The next moment, everything was fine. I refocused on my mission, I should not be swayed. Zayn must talk.

One of the rare people that made me comfortable, that I could trust, the building blocks to what I was. Claire. Everything about her was perfection, from her rare snow blond hair to her dimpled smile. She was Claire Wright, one of the highest paid models in the world at the moment but to me she was just Claire Hayley Wright, the Chicago girl I’ve known all my life. Dad cleared his throat getting up, “C’mon Chris,” he began taking his cane, ‘we have that uh…thing to get to.” “What thing?” Chris asked leaning back as he looked back at Dad.

A massive black creature dropped into the command center. Its body was covered in armor-like plates. Its face had no eyes. Only a vertical opening. It screamed. The sound shattered glass. Jae attacked first. His fist struck the creature. The impact blew through three walls. The creature crashed into the street. Jae followed. Claire and Miyan ran after him. Hazel remained inside. She heard something. A whisper. "Don't go." She turned. The black creature outside suddenly stopped moving. Jae froze. Claire froze.

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

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.

I slammed my fist into her face, the impact reverberating through my bones. Clara's eyes rolled back, and she went limp, unconscious. I released her, standing over her motionless body, my chest heaving with exertion. The training area was eerily silent, the onlookers stunned by the ferocity of the fight. They didn't believe that I could fight like that. I glanced around, my eyes meeting Liam's. He watched me with a mixture of anger and something else—something that almost looked like respect. But I didn’t care about his approval. I had fought for myself today, and that was enough.

“Colton made his choice. You don’t have to like it but you can’t come barging into my home assaulting people.” Clay’s face was fire engine red as he worked to suppress his wolf. Gunner was right on the surface, glowering at me through Clay’s eyes and his fur pressing through Clay’s skin. It took a few more heaving breaths before he was able to force him back and speak to me with deadly calm.

Everywhere was silent for a while, not until they heard Clara sobbing “That video is fake…she..she framed me, perhaps someone make a duplicate of my face or, perhaps a makeup artist…..” A hard slap landed on her face, cutting her words short. It was Macho; he was already standing in front of her ready to pounce on her. She was shocked beyond words as the threatening tears in her eyes fall off freely

“It’s too late…” Nicole’s palms were sweating. She took a deep breath. “Quick, you need to leave now!” Clayton did not reply, but he did not give up either. The next second, he smashed the door with something, and the door burst open. Nicole stood there, dumbfounded. She saw Clayton at the door, looking wretched, but he was so tall and handsome, like a Greek god that descended from the sky that stood between her and hell. His face was pale and glum, but his gaze was extremely firm, dark, and heavy as if he could stuff her into his pocket with one glance.