Clayton Carmine Novels & Stories

I looked up at Iditan. “There is nothing much to say about them,” she replied tersely. “Who are the seven, from which country are they?” “There are only five for now. You have met Thabiti, there is Kais from Tunisia, Nub from Egypt, Dalton from Congo and me.” “Nub,” Iditan hissed, looking back across the clearing. Her scowl deepened and her body taunt like she was expecting an enemy. I raised an eyebrow, surprised and curious at her reaction. From her conversation with Thabiti, Nub was supposed to be here to help right?

“ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.” The sudden clap of hands echoes in the room, the crisp sound demanding for our attention. Both of our heads turn to stare in the direction of the clap. There at the door stands a fucking tall, handsome man, I can only guess he is 6’4. He is freakishly hot, with a rugged look that makes my knees weak. His jaw is so sharp it can cut through anything “ Quite a show you both have going on,” He says casually as he leans on the door. A huge rugged smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Tell me, Santino, is this her?”

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

It was obvious he had a good security and communication system. "Turning up unannounced doesn't bode well, Alpha Kane," Clayton declared boisterously, a smug expression on his face. His beach-themed silk shirt and khaki shorts, unbuttoned to flaunt his abs, attempted to convey charm. However, his unsavoury nature had marred any allure he might possess. His inner ugliness had overpowered any surface appeal he might have had. Kane and I stepped out of the vehicle. Clayton saw me and smiled.

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.

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

I couldn’t choose between these songs, so I’ll leave it up to you! Romanza ~ Andres Madriaga Say It Ain’t So ~ Weezer My Heart Hurts ~ Atlus, Lexnor Donny didn’t understand the implications of Shane’s words. How could he? I’d never met a man like him. There was no one else like him. Donny also didn’t understand his death was inevitable if he continued to see me, but I did. This was all my fault. Donny was dead because of me. This wouldn’t have happened if I’d just been firm and told him no, but even then, I knew that was an excuse. It was normal to have friends, and even if I belonged to Shane, I could still have a life outside of him. There was no need to kill him. Donny didn’t deserve to d

he reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering confidence. Hand in hand, they approached the main entrance gate of the Blood Moon Pack as their Uber drove away into the distance. There was no turning back now. Clayton pressed the intercom, announcing their arrival. "It's Clayton," he spoke into the device, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. Soon, two men on a golf cart arrived at the gate, their faces familiar to Clayton. "Clayton, that can't be you, surely," one of the men exclaimed, a mix of surprise and delight evident in his voice. "It's me," Clayton replied, grinning. "You've filled out nicely," the man commented with a hint of teasing. "You were so skinny and gangly when yo

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Mallory’s voice softened for a moment, before he continued, “He’s not someone you want to mess with. Trust me.” Her heart skipped a beat. Kaelen Blackwood. The name was like a shadow, lingering in the back of her mind. A legendary detective in their precinct, known for his sharp instincts and cold demeanor. He was a mystery in his own right—some said he was haunted by his past, others claimed he had a sixth sense for solving cases. No one knew for sure, and few dared to ask. “Fine,” Lysandra muttered, already standing. “I’ll be there.”