Fairy Tail Gildarts Clive Novels & Stories

"They're Clive Travis, and Blaise Kelsey. Fire and healing elements, respectively." The guy named Clive stepped forward and held up a hand to her. "Nice to meet you," he enthusiastically said with a mega-watt smile. He has curly brown hair that looks like a bird's nest and bright brown eyes. Clive was the tallest among the men. He looked like a giant baby. Chloe accepted his huge hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, too." Blaise flashed his all-white teeth in a cute grin. He's just the same height as Lucian but he looked older than all of them. With emerald green eyes and auburn hair, he looked like an autumn season that will warm the whole group.

My father’s voice called. I turned slightly to see what was going on. Strigha was standing like a mountain in front of my father, and Anya was behind them. My father had his blade out waiting for Strigha to move. Before I could see what happened next, the wind shifted around me and I saw Claire pull the net off me. She moved so fast she couldn't be caught by the eyes of an ordinary human. My father would have sensed something but he was busy with Strigha.

"Oh? How absurd. The divine gold hasn't been claimed by anyone, so how can it be considered property of your barbaric clan?" Seeing Severin's determined expression, Kloudius did not deign to waste his breath. He exchanged a glance with a few of his fellow clan members, and in the next moment, six buff and towering barbaric clan cultivators, all at level five paragon, swiftly attacked Severin in unison. Meanwhile, Kloudius quickly rushed towards the center of the hall, where the Flamegold was located. He intended to secure the divine gold first. Witnessing Kloudius' actions, Blake instantly threw the golden halberd he held in his hand.

He must have been feeling light headed, from all the blood he’d lost. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked, and I noted the gentle lilt to his manner of speech. “Claire,” I said. “And don’t call me sweetheart.” “I’m Declan. What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” I rolled my eyes, tugging down one of my sweatshirt sleeves and pressing it against his forehead in an attempt to stem the bleeding. “I’m not such a nice girl. And if you don’t quit being so goddamned smarmy, I’m just gonna let this bleed until you pass out.” He smiled up at me then, a bright, earnest thing that lit up his entire face. I found myself smiling back.

His silence pushed dread to settle in my chest. "That's what Deadclaw was made to do," he replied quietly. "It feeds against spiritual interference. Every attempt to remove it hastens the damage." "There has to be another way." "Arden..." "There has to be." He sighed. "I've searched every record preserved in the Spirit Archives. No one has ever survived once the poison reaches this stage." I closed the link before he could say anything else. I refused to believe that. Elana's fingers searched weakly across the mattress until they found my hand.

Claire I drove into the driveway and, the moment I stepped out of the car, I let out a long breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. It felt like I was shedding the weight of the outside world before walking back into mine. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside, only to be met with a familiar yet strangely distant atmosphere. Riette was the first person I saw. He sat on the couch, his attention completely fixed on his phone, his expression unreadable. Luppy, on the other hand, approached me almost immediately, a small, polite smile on her face as she reached for my bag.

The girl with the glasses explained. I coughed out blood making them turn their attention to me "I think it's getting late!!" "What's the antidote Claire? And where do we find it" The chosen one asked. (PS he's talking about Joan) "Wait a minute!!" Claire answered as she rummaged through a bag and after a while, she brought out a old looking book and looked through it. After a while she finally look up before saying " We need the claw of one of the RAGUS. We need to grind it into a powdery substance and mix it into water for him to drink" she concluded.

She smiled and continued, "My apologies for not introducing myself. I'm Claire Raphaela de Zielony. Nice to finally meet you, Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea." What... the heck?

Her clothes were roughspun. At least, she had the sense to look like the common folk when she mingled with them. Like most of the members of Asgard's royal family, Claire had a gift. Where Melvin could read minds, Claire saw small parts of the future. Trifling amounts. And she could showthem, those visions of hers, to the people she touched. Claire had never bothered to show me one. But now she reached across the table and took his hands in her fingers. Her hands shook on their own accord.

Is she on drugs? "Cecily?" it's faint so I barely hear it. I freeze, debating whether or not it's a trick of the wind. I'm currently sat with my legs crossed and my side parallel to a large boulder, my head down so the wind and rain doesn't get in my eyes. A shadow casts over me and I look up to see Clive peering inside the cave. He lets out a sigh of relief when my blue eyes meet his green ones. It's only now that I realise he has green eyes; I guess I assumed he had blue like Clyde. "Thank God. What the hell?" he brings me to his chest securely, holding me tightly.