Fairy Tail Gildarts Clive Novels & Stories

“So, for starters you are no longer Abigail” Whiz had produced a thick manilla envelope from a pocket in the side of his chair. He opened it and pulled out a new identification card that had my picture and most of the details were correct, but now I had a new name. “Clara is on her way over here she is going to give you a new hairstyle as well. Most of your background information does not need to change. I find that if I can stick as close to the truth as possible people have a better time absorbing and becoming their new selves.” I don’t know if Whiz could see that I was getting overwhelmed, but he reached over and patted my hand in reassurance. Once I nodded that I was ok he continued.

Aura’s pov The blondie wolf approached me with a catwalk suit style like she was some goddess of a place and she owns everything here. I was fuming from the anger I was trying badly to subside. “What is this?” I rebuked. “Relax! I gave you something you deserve to be with…” she was cool like she didn’t do anything wrong. “You bathed me in slimy dirt. Why?” I was shocked by her actions. She clutched her fist and her eyes glowed green, she was staring into my eyes, “leave my Keiser alone. He is mine. I was here before you came into his life.” she jabbed.

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.

“It seems you still haven't read the lines I just struck for you, Chloe.” Chloe looked down at the parchment, her breath catching. She had assumed the phrase about the gutter was a shot at my own low status. But as she studied the symmetry, she realized the truth. The 'gutter' wasn't me. It was Noah—the male she was fighting so hard to chain to her side, a male who had lied to both of us just to keep his safety.

“In the name of professional cooperation, I can do this for you. If I hear anything, I will contact you." Clive nodded. “Thanks for taking the time to see me.” He turned to the table and tilted his head slightly. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt your game." Clive led us out without haste. Once again on the pavement, a gust of icy air washed over me, blowing away the remnants of artificial lust. I stood still, wanting to deprive the heads of these demons of their smug grins, wanting to taste their blood on my tongue. Suddenly, Clive appeared in front of me, studiously not touching me.

I’ve never heard anything so full of loss. “We only need you, Colin,” said Phil. “Opening portals requires a lot of power. You’re the source we need.” Flossie screamed again. This time it was overflowing rage. She ran at Phil, and was swatted into the wall by a flick of a giant hand. She crumpled into a heap. Claire suddenly stood up. She had David’s sword in her hand, but she wasn’t aiming it at Phil or his friend. She pointed it at me.

That was the only thought left in Clive's mind. His body seemed to pause in midair, and he twisted his waist violently as he turned around at a very odd angle. He immediately sped toward the direction of Yeoman Estate and was soon more than 30 feet away. However, just as Clive turned, a sharp sword energy followed him closely. In an instant, it was upon him! "Aargh!" Clive was an expert at the third level of the Eldoria realm, with a heightened sense of danger far beyond that of ordinary people.

(The humor). Clarisse: Clarisse, AKA Clare, is Sylar's first fledgling. She is a fan of Milo's works and believed he had found vampires, thinking he couldn't have died and there wasn't any evidence pointing to his murder. She didn't freak out at the existence of vampires and was a strange human. Her eyes used to be blue with purple specks, attracting Sylar to her to turn her, but after she turned and was fed, her eyes became a pure purple. She can drink blood but it doesn't satisfy her as much as feeding off the souls or spirits of other people. After being found out to be a soul sucker, Sylar instructed her to feed from Calix only because of the plethora of souls he has collected and it wou

Both of our wings came out and our marks glowed. “He’s your mate?!” The man exclaimed. “Yes, he is.” I deadpanned. “We did not know. Our Master told us to get him. That was all.” He said. “Who are you and who is your Master?” I commanded him. “I am Cliff, Goddess, and these are my Streak mates. Our Master only allows us to call him Master. We do not know his name. I can tell you that he is not a God though he does have immense power.” Cliff said.

Vera leaned against the railing, Raven speaking in low tones, and she laughed softly at something he said. Something had changed between them. I could feel it, and I finally made my decision. That day, I was the last one in the hall that evening. I finished transcribing the survey records, stacked the scrolls, set down my pen. On impulse, I checked Vera's feed. A photo from the south. Night banquet. Raven held his cup over hers, letting a single drop of his blood fall into her glass. A gesture of the highest recognition a clan lord could offer, a gift of his own essence.