Harvest Moon Claire Novels & Stories

"Oh by the way, my names Carson and the guy kicking my ass up stairs was Sky." "Irana..." I say awkwardly. Carson looks at the pantry for a minute before pulling her head back out. "Do you like Mac and Cheese?" I nod my head, wounding when I should ask what I was doing here, or when I could go home. Carson dances around the kitchen, grabbing a pot, shrikes as she nearly drops the pot on her foot, nearly drops the packet, then results to pocking things with her spoon as she sways on her feet like she was drunk.

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

He explained, “Moon God stuff. And you seem to know so much about it.” She wasn’t interested in Celtic stuff, at all. Just her whole life and identity as a moonchild that is. “What do you mean?” But Leonidas didn’t listen to her. He grinned mischievously instead, crowded surrounded them. One of the little girls had pulled on November’s hand, “Good evening! Come with us! We’ll have lots of fun!” They ate with the villagers, November was full of awe and is excited with everything with Leonidas just watching her with love pouring out his eyes.

She took it and pumped it a few times, smiling. "I'm Claire Moore, but my pretend name is Clarissa Cox." She raised her palm to whisper. "But everyone calls me Claire." “I’m Troy Cox. Happy to make your acquaintance, young lady.” Claire beamed and courtesied, holding a small bunch of fabric in each hand and bowing elegantly. My cousin laughed and asked, “Where is your mother?” “She said to tell you and Keegan that she is… um… fuming upstairs,” she replied, nodding, her smile gone.

Something inside her has begun to wake. ---------------------------------------- The first thing I hear is Haku negotiating with the universe like it’s a customer service line. “Mommy. I need cereal. The circle cereal. Not the square one.” “The circle cereal,” I repeat, half-awake, forehead pressed to the cool edge of the kitchen counter. My hair is a mess—red waves shoved into a claw clip that’s barely holding. One of my tattoos peeks out from under my sweatshirt sleeve like it’s also tired of being alive.

“I’m Claire Mason. Formerly Claire Worthington.” Cole nodded, still utterly clueless, but knowing that there was only one solution to all of it. “I think I’d better go get my whisky.” She gave a watery laugh, and then sighed. “I think you’re not wrong.”

I say. "Moon Goddess, I will do anything to get him back; please give me my mate," I cried, looking at the moon. Blood, blood, Mora always said that my blood was powerful. I cut my palm and held it in the air. "I summon you, moon goddess; please come and save my husband," I wept. I understood that no one would come to my rescue; I won the war, but I lost it in a bad way. "I am not mighty and strong, Noah; I am vulnerable, I feel pain. I want you with me, Noah. I am grateful for your love. I am vulnerable without you.

Marigold winced in pain but Claire seemed not know about it, instead, she locked her arm in Marigold's so that she wouldn't get away from her as she continued to dig her nail into her. "I would like to tell you something...." Claire whispered. "Know you place, will you? although I didn't know how far you and Chardon have come in whatever you have... But he's mine, do you understand?" Then she dug her claw in even deeper. When marigold looked at her arm, she saw that it's bleeding already. She struggled harder, but Claire was taller, had a bigger physique and was stronger than her. Behind them: "I didn't know Claire was close to Charden's secretary." Bryan said, a little surprise

She said. I nodded eagerly, and Clarisse pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her photos, finally stopping at a portrait photo of a woman taken long ago. As I looked at the picture, my heart skipped a beat. The woman in the picture was the same woman from my dreams. It felt so unreal. "Who is this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Clarisse's eyes locked on mine. "That's my aunt, Amore," she said. "She was a member of the Crescent Moon Pack."

Rodney muttered something to her, but she paid him no mind. "It's really you!" She chimed, placing her hand over her mouth in awe as she walked closer. "Do you remember me?" Uh, no. I wasn't here for this. "I'm afraid I don't." I shifted my attention back to Clara, who looked like she was standing by a trash bag. Her expression made me feel smaller. I was at her mercy here, and I wanted to talk things out. Clara didn't look like she did. "You don't? Claire Haylee? Daughter of Charles and Dorothy Haylee? Your next-door neighbor back at Newton?"