Eda Clawthorne Novels & Stories

“I'm coming.” “No.” My reply came before he finished the thought. “If the pack sees you rushing here, questions will follow. We still have time to deal with this ourselves.” “Then tell me everything.” He demanded. I leaned closer to Elana once more, forcing myself to ignore the fear threatening to cloud my judgment. The scent had grown stronger and sharper and just enough for me to remember it's name. "...Deadclaw." Greyman's silence confirmed what I already feared. When he finally answered, his voice sounded older than I had ever heard it. “Are you certain?”

Then a memory resurfaced. She stood up abruptly, nearly toppling a table. I’ve seen something like this before. Not this specific photo, but similar. Some months ago when I visited the old Hawthorne estate. Eleanor had a photo in her study. Clarissa was holding a baby, and I remember because the woman resembles you. Chloe’s eyes widened. You’re sure?

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

She awkwardly stopped because Evelyn was indeed giving her the “stare” Liam smirked in the awkward moment as their eyes clocked the moment she realized not to have clapped. A wave of embarrassment flushed through her. Evelyn carried on. “.... This year, I want that doubled!” What? Was she kidding? Jessica wondered what such a huge deposit was needed for. She had mentioned charity but the figures she called were rather ridiculous. “.... The affairs of the Thornes stretch to the needy as well. I think we've done well.” She added and that's when the round of applause came. Jessica felt rather awkward to join in the claps but being directly beside Evelyn meant she had to.

He always tries to watch and disappears into the privy afterward. My stomach knots. I’m in deep trouble. My wolf and I both instinctively look to Clay for help, but he’s glaring Eldrick down. Eldrick is the largest Claw, at least six foot tall and 250 pounds, but Clay’s people have been Ditches for generations, and our rank breeds bigger. Eldrick’s chest begins to rumble, too, and he draws back his thick lips to show off his descended fangs. Claws never retract them. It’s meant to frighten folks into baring their necks, and it works. I duck my head even lower.

As the non-disclosure agreement was a steep 100 years, as if, I would be alive by then to write the tell all. My imagination went wild as I imagined meeting something with three fingers curling around every corner to surprise me. But it was the opposite as it smelled more like we were in a chemical lab that had just been cleaned recently with some very heavy bleach. There wasn't a speck of dust everywhere. I looked at Dr. Dawson wondering if he had some type of OCD as an alpha. I could make that one of my investigations in the future, but as I wondered this, Dr. Dawson stopped abruptly and opened a door, I hadn't even noticed was there. It was the same texture as the wall, so it didn't e

“The Whispering Valley, huh? Sounds... ominous. Let’s hope it’s just a name.” The group set out the next morning, the map carefully folded and tucked into Crane’s satchel. The Whispering Valley was a day’s journey from the manor, its name a relic of the eerie winds that echoed through its cliffs. As they approached, the faint hum of the key grew stronger, its light pulsing in rhythm with the instability that awaited them. The valley was shrouded in mist, its jagged cliffs casting long shadows that shifted with the wind. The hum of the key became a low, resonant thrum, guiding them toward the fracture. Emma felt the familiar weight of the balance pressing against her, testing her resolve.

His jaw tensed. The screen flashed—a mangled corpse. The wall behind her bore a name, written in thick, crimson blood streaks—Ella B. I turned sharply to Clayton. His smirk had vanished, his face unreadable. For the first time, he was completely still.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

The populace ignorant as they stepped around them in adoration. Scarlet flicking back into sapphire as they passed the orphanage on their way home. Edmund’s gaze was on him the entire time, inquiring through the rearview mirror. Clay just closed his eyes. He’d have to clean the blood off his hands before visiting tomorrow.