Harvest Moon Claire Novels & Stories

She took a deep sigh as she thought that its seemed like its better to convince the mere rouges than Treznor's group. "Take this." Claire took something inside her pocket. "What is this?" Treznor asked as he saw the piece of paper that Claire give to him. "That is the photo of the King's Luna. The heir of the Vermont's family. If you used that bitch, you will gain wealth and you may get the attention of the king." "Keke. Got it." Treznor briefly said and he ordered his men to start the car. "Shit!" Claire whispered and she looked at the direction where the troop of Treznor went.

he said and disappeared. “I was busy harvesting…” Claire answered, suppressing a laugh. She winked at Iris and made her way out of the cold mortuary. Iris thought of calling William, but she can’t risk it because Claire is so unpredictable, too smart that she, too, was fooled by her. And basing on the information she revealed she had, Iris knew she’s at a dead end.

I felt happy but deep inside I was always sad. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I kept turning around. The dream I used to have come back. This time I saw his face. His blue eyes sparkled. It had always been him. Mike. He even conquered me in my dreams. He never left me alone. Then, suddenly I was lost in darkness. Pitch black darkness everywhere I looked. But suddenly a beautiful woman came near me. She was dressed in white. Her hair was white as well. She hugged me. She comforted me. "Don't be afraid my child. I am the moon goddess. You are never alone. He is your world." she spoke. A knock on the door woke me up. It was my mom who came to wake me up.

I gave him a look, and he laughed, “Do I look okay?” “Emily, you look beautiful. I swear, it’s like every pregnancy, you get more and more stunning.” I grinned when another wave of pain surged through my body. I was in so much pain that I was going in and out of consciousness. There were times that the doctor couldn’t get me back but managed to. I was trying so hard to push my baby out that I didn’t realize how weak I was getting. I could hear my husband muttering something under his breath. But then, I didn’t hear anything; all I could see was this bright light that almost blinded me. I wasn’t scared; I was at peace. It was then that a glowing figure appeared in front of me, and she smiled,

“Get off my phone, Adrian. Don’t drag me into this mess. I am disappointed in you.” The line went dead. Mrs. Harlow dropped the phone onto the bed, her chest heaving as though the conversation had drained her completely. Just then, the door creaked open. Claire slipped in quietly, already dressed in her silk robe, her hair loosely falling around her shoulders. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes watching her mother intently. “You see, Mommy,” she said softly, “people aren’t as perfect as we think. Everyone carries their own storms.”

“I will go mad if I let him torment me longer.” Her hand closed on the pen. With steady, unshaken strokes, she signed her maiden name. Clara Hayes. The bond quivered violently within her chest, as though sensing its end. A storm was coming. She felt it in her bones, in her wolf’s uneasy shift beneath her skin. Tonight was the night Clara stopped being the obedient Luna of Crescent Moon. Tonight was the night she decided to own her life.

Alexander: So, you've been researching the children of the moon? Carl: Yes, when my Luna asked me to spread the word that a moon girl had awakened, I did some research to find out what to expect. That's why you haven't seen much of me lately. I've discovered some interesting things. The children of the moon are gifted children, but you already knew that. Our Luna sees the future… Alexander: Not just the future, she sees the truth.

A young maid appeared. "My maid saw her," said Juniper. Juniper’s maid curtsy in front of all the princes. "What’s your name?" asked Austin. "It's Claire Samson," answered Claire. Claire have blond hair and blue eyes. She’s a woman in her early twenties. She recently started working for Princess Juniper. "Tell me what did you see?" "I saw this elderly woman cleaning Princess Juniper's room this morning. Then I saw her sneaking around. When I asked her what she was doing, she claimed to be putting stuff away. Then I found her later trying to pawn it off to one of the travelers who was passing by.”

“Tell me every detail of this ridiculous story.” Claire wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, leaving streaks across her cheeks. “It was twenty-five years ago. I was just a young maid in your father’s—in Alpha Nathaniel’s house.” “My father is Alpha Nathaniel,” I insisted. “He raised you as his daughter,” Claire said gently. “But I gave birth to you.” “Continue with this fantasy,” I said sarcastically. “I want to hear every impossible detail.” Claire’s voice grew steadier as she continued. “The Luna was pregnant at the same time I was. We were due within days of each other. I had been working in the pack house for two years, cleaning and cooking for the family.”

Or was she? The sudden gust of wind outside rattled the windowpane, pulling her back to reality. Her fingers still hovered over the phone, but she couldn’t bring herself to call Mallory. Instead, her gaze shifted to the photographs spread out across the table before her, pieces of a puzzle she couldn’t yet solve. Her eyes lingered on the strange symbol, the shadow in the woods, the jagged claw marks—each one pulling her deeper into a web of uncertainty.