Clayface Novels & Stories

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

Her chin firm and her eyes burned with surety. “Then what do you call this?” Clara asked. She motioned at the mud body and then the rest of the battlefield. Jade jerked her face to the left and the right and the rest of the mud fell from her cheeks. Clumps of mud and clay clung to her hair.

It covers my nose down to my jaw. I turned and put my hands behind my back with a smirk. Can't wait for this to go crazy. The one that was ready to die came to me and tried to hold me.. "Hi." I said and he looked at me like I was crazy.. "Goodbye." I said again and before he could react, I grabbed the cuffs from him in a swift and disfigured his face with it. I used the man as a shield and I smiled at the shocked faces of the santa clauses.

I wouldn't really ask him if I'm not interested in him, hihi. “Of course, not! Just want to know your name and be my ... friend” He looked at the femers quietly and seemed to have a thinking deeply. I thought he wouldn't answer me, but all of a sudden he spoke. “I'm Clay. Clay Phineas Johnson, call me Clay or Phin. And it's nice to meet you woman” he said coldly. What's his problem? Why is he so cold? ~End of Flashback~

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

Suddenly, in a flash, I saw a face that I will never forget in my life and now he is here for me. “NOOOOOOO!!!!”

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

Lucas nodded, saying, "Well, I am also a Gene Fighters." "Hello, my name is Clay Clarke. Everyone here calls me Clay." Lucas was not interested in the name of this Gene Fighters in front of him. "You aren't a powerful Gene Fighters, are you?" Clay looked at Lucas. ... Lucas asked back, "Is it important?" "Haha, of course it's important. If you are a powerful Gene Fighters, I can take you to see the master now." ... Lucas said lightly, "Then take me to see your master."

He bit the words out, but a strange unease had risen up underneath them. "Clara just gave birth and she has to stir up trouble right now. All she wants is to make the Jones Family a joke." He kept cursing, but his fingers zoomed in on the photo anyway, locked on the man's face. The longer he stared, the more familiar it looked. A chill raced up from his feet to the crown of his head. He shot upright, grabbed his tablet, typed a few keywords, and pulled up the face every player in the European underworld knew on sight.

Clayton said, threatening the bar owner, who froze in fear. The young girl walked up to him and slapped him hard across the face, making him lose his balance and fall onto a table that shattered into several pieces. “Where did you come from, girl? Are you the devil’s secretary?” he said, trying to get up. “You messed with the wrong girl, you sack of shit,” she finished, kicking him in the testicles. Clayton screamed in pain, holding his groin. A second later, someone lifted him with tremendous strength. Opening his frightened eyes wide, he looked at a blond man with a stern face who said: