Claymore Books Novels & Stories

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But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

Naomi asked. “Right now, we’re trying to rally up our alliance.” I told her. “If you didn’t know already, but it seems that Eric Moore is back out here.” “The hunter? When did he get back?” “A few days ago.” Briselle told Naomi. “It seems that Eric Moore has plans for us.” “A war?” Naomi asked me. I nodded and she sighed. “If he’s planning a war,” Naomi said. “Then, you’re going to need a lot more in this alliance of yours.”

Or skin. I moved silently between the shelves, my fingers trailing over spines. History books. Genealogies. Accounts of the Purge that would have been burned if anyone knew they still existed. Then I found it. The Dragon Clans: A Complete History. The cover was warm to the touch. I barely had it open when a voice purred from the shadows: "Looking for something?" Hayden Moore stepped into the moonlight, twirling a knife between his fingers. His smile was all teeth.

“I wasn’t straddling her. She wanted my copy of The Rebel Master that was signed by J.M Reese himself, but I held it over her head and teased her about how short she was, so she jumped on me like a freaking monkey and bit my hand and took it from me.” I had more questions to ask after that. Did he bring his favourite book to school after saying that it would never cross the threshold of his bedroom? If he didn’t, does that mean he was at home, in his bedroom, with this Claire character? If yes, it just meant he skipped school today. Was Claire a bad influence on him? Also, did he really let her go with his signed copy of The Rebel Master? I always wanted that but he wouldn’t even let me brea

“So… what have you been basing any of these searches on?” Clay clicked his tongue, sapphire reopening as they peered down at the book he held firmly in his palms. The cover was vibrant and white, a pure echo of the boy’s hair that it was intended for. The words on the pages, lengthy and descriptive but left enough mystery to hook you within its next pages. Without even noticing it, he had been comparing the novels to the boy on the receiving end without realizing. “I suppose… I went off my own tastes.” He answered vaguely, much to the other teen’s obvious confusion. Drew’s popular face slack with puzzlement that left a few girls that walked by giggling with mirth at his expense.

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around me as we looked out at the view. An hour later Gabe was called back to the office for an emergency meeting, and I browsed through the library in the penthouse and found a book to read. I was far into the book when I thought I heard a noise. I knew Gabe wouldn’t be back this soon, so I got up and searched the apartment and didn't find anything. Maybe I am just hearing things? I walk into the kitchen brewed myself a cup of herbal tea and walked back with my mug into the library to continue reading the romance novel. Once settled on the comfy oversized chair I took a sip of my tea set down the mug then picked up the book. After thirty minutes or so as I

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Why did he feel so familiar? “Ladies, I’d like you to meet the newest member of the Zuckerman Real Estate sales team, Lance Northrup,” Melanie said with a syrupy voice that grated on me like nails dragging across a chalkboard. “Lance, this is my good friend Nora Oosterhout and her boss, Esmerelda Sleuth.” “Friend,” Nora said as she nodded and smiled her greeting to Lance. “Esmerelda is my friend.” Melanie’s brows raised. “Oh? I didn’t realize. I thought she was just your boss.”

he chuckled, "Anyone else has something to say? No? Good, because we are going to kill this bitch," I don't know what got into me, killer instincts maybe, but instead of running away, I run towards them, dodging every bullet. How is this possible? I don't know, it's like the world stop and I was the only thing moving in it. Gripping the blade tighter in my hand, I stood in the middle as their bodies fell around me like dead flies, I slit their throats. Standing behind, I blocked Clarke's attack, shoving the muzzle of the gun to the skies the loud rings of gunshots filled the air, raining empty shells down on us, "What- what are you?" He groaned trying to escape from my grip, my fingernails e