Eda Clawthorne Novels & Stories

By the time we reached the outer courtyard, several Emberbound members had already gathered there. Nora stood near the entrance archway, arms crossed loosely, while Elias adjusted the ward runes embedded in the stone wall. Evelina lingered slightly behind them, her crimson gaze fixed on the mountain road that wound toward the university. Then the first rider appeared. Caelum Hawthorne dismounted before his horse had even fully stopped. The former Hawthorne heir looked the same as the last time I’d seen him, tall, steady, the quiet authority of a pack leader that hadn’t faded just because his father had disowned him. His eyes swept across the courtyard until they landed on Nora.

Chapter 1: The Summoned Bride The ancient oak doors of Blackthorn Manor creaked open like the groan of forgotten ghosts as I stepped across the threshold, my simple traveling cloak still damp from the relentless English rain. At twenty-four, Elara Thorne had left behind the quiet life of a village herbalist and healer to answer a summons I could not ignore. The letter, sealed with black wax and an unfamiliar crest, had promised salvation for my ailing sister in exchange for one year of service. What it hadn’t detailed was the true nature of my new employers.

Kelvin glanced coldly at the butler, “Perry, you are getting old so you also tend to speak more and more unnecessary words. I think it is time to let you retire and go back to your house.” Chloe lowered her head and kept herself from laughing. The butler immediately shut his mouth. He smiled awkwardly and changed the subject. “There is a threshold here, pay attention and remember to lift your feet. Pay more attention, Little Aiden and Little Audrey.” The mansion of the Clifford family was a protected historic building in Rave city. It was a traditional mansion with spacious halls and extensive courtyards. They passed through several winding corridors and built-in mansion doors. After walking

She had to have known it would come eventually. Elara lives on the south side of town in a sweet neighborhood of houses with picket fences and bare flowerbeds now covered by snow. Vivianne pulls to the curb in front of a white house with black detailing that looks as if it was hauled out of a magazine. I follow Vivianne as she gets out of the car and makes her way to the door. In the driveway is Elara's old Beetle and seeing it reminds me of how cold I was able to feel before. Elara's mother opens the door. "Hi, Girls," she says somberly. "It's nice of you to stop by. Elara is in her room with Imogen. Head on up."

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

Scarlett’s POV Elara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."

And the neon sign that flashed The Golden Harp in bright yellow. “What do you mean, ‘my bar’?” I asked, and he placed a gentle hand on the small of my back to urge me forward. He opened the door for me, and we were met by the happy din of a well-served patronage. It was a cozy little dive with low-hanging green glass lamps, a pool table and a couple of dart boards. The room was half full, and boasted considerably more men than women, most of whom wore the same black leather vest that Patrick wore, marking them as members of the Steel Claw. And that meant I knew most of them as well.

The new Vampire starts to walk towards the door through which he came from and we start to walk after him. As soon as he enters the main entrance, he takes an immediate left. On the far end is a wooden door carved with fangs. He knocks on the door and a faint 'come in' can be heard from outside. The new Vampire opens the door and moves aside to make way for us. There is a big wooden table is placed behind which a chair which is occupied by a very beautiful Vampire. He has brown hair and the same blood-red eyes. "Good morning miss Althea and miss Orphelia" he greets with a pleasant smile. But under that pleasant smile is cunningness hidden. His eyes can be called wise and cunning to the point

The fog in Blackwood didn’t just drift; it crawled. It clung to the jagged pine trees and muffled the sound of the Atlantic crashing against the cliffs below. For most, the town was a damp, forgotten prison. For Elena, it was a fortress. She sat in the corner of the "Blackwood Public Library," a drafty stone building that smelled of damp parchment and cedar. Her name tag read Claire Vance. Her wedding ring was gone, replaced by a cheap silver band she’d bought at a gas station.

Real, wordless, I-don't-understand-what-I'm-looking-at fear. And Claire Hayes — Claire Thorne — stood in a borrowed blouse in a kitchen in North Ridge territory with a man who had married her before midnight and five members of the Alpha Council at her feet, and she breathed in slowly and thought: Not yet. But soon. The gold didn't fade.