Harvest Moon Claire Novels & Stories

Marwen asked calmly. “Claire. Claire Luna.” Marwen nodded. “And your birth name?” Claire looked towards where she knew Jocelyn was seated. A shiver ran down her spine along the fresh scar. “Claire Arthur.” “Your mother’s name?” “Heather Luna.” “And father?” “Andy Luna.” Marwen mumbled under their breath. This had seemed boring, but already they had realized that more was happening than initially thought. “And what are you?” It was such a simple question. But Claire felt her throat heat up as she stared at the cracked wood. “I’m not sure,” she whispered.

Luna Viviana had to give up her husband so she and her son could finally start a happy family with Callum. Clarice stared at the window blankly. It seems the Moon Goddess was subjecting her again to another round of pressure cooker tests. Damn! She looked heavenward and sighed heavily.

But instead of the reaction she had hoped for, her mother’s expression remained skeptical, and Claire’s laughter resumed, this time tinged with disbelief. Atleast now she will be able to prove her worth to her family that she was not anything medicore - but she was chosen by the moon goddess herself to be the Luna of the most powerful werewolf pack. To be wife and fated mate to the most handsome, powerful and rich man. She was going to awaken her wolf soon and become the most prominent person in new york city in both human and werewolf world. She almost laughed seeing the shock in her mom and sister's face as they digested the fact.

Clair woke up more energetic than before. She hummed as she went about getting ready for her day. There wasn't much on her to-do list—just a little shopping, driving around to flaunt her car, and maybe grabbing a snack on her way back—but first, she had to make sure she had her own set of maids before leaving the mansion. Descending the stairs, she watched Luna Carrier and her son eat in absolute silence. The mansion was becoming too cold for her liking. Impatiently, she joined them.

“I didn’t want to be remembered.” Rowan studied her. “You were someone important once.” “Depends who you ask.” “I'm asking you.” Claire met his gaze. “I was a wife to a man who never saw me. Now I’m no one. And that’s why I’m useful.” He grunted. “You think humility makes you valuable?” “I think hunger does.” --- By evening, Claire’s arms were trembling from sorting powdered lichen by weight using only a worn balance scale. Rowan leaned over. “That’s too much.”

My breath hitched. She knew about Aurelia, but how much? My fingers dug into my thighs as I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. Aurelia’s past had been a secret, a carefully guarded one. How much could Claire—someone who had abandoned her son and ghosted Alex—come to know about the Bloodmoon Luna? Then Claire laughed, sharp and cruel.

Banished to a forgotten corner of the estate where no one would see her, no one would remember her, and most importantly, no one would question why Claire was openly acting as Luna. The stubborn bitch had refused to sign. Had the audacity to bring the elders into it, trying to back me into a corner. But I’d won anyway. Because she was gone now, locked away where she belonged. The sound of heels clicking on marble pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see Claire entering through the main doors, her blue dress catching the afternoon light, pearl earrings glinting. She looked radiant, victorious even. But her expression shifted when she saw me. Her eyes went past me to the window, then back t

she asked, her voice tight, like it was caught in her throat. It clicked then. Of course. She didn’t know who Claire was. I hadn't introduced Claire to her. I exhaled, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck. “Hilary,” I said carefully, “this is Clare. Our new chef from the Bennett mansion, Regina specially picked her.” The confusion on her face deepened, but I pressed on, wanting her to understand. “Trust me, she’s good. You don’t have to starve yourself anymore in the name of being busy. You can eat as much as you want every single day now.”

He inquired. “Harold, this is Claire McClay. I am here to transfer her from her Silver Moon school to Royal Moon Academy,” Luna Ashley responded with a matter-fact attitude. She then walked towards the front door, looking over her shoulder at Harold, “Are you planning on joining us, or should I request someone else to help me with the transfer?” She kept walking, and he scurried to catch up. After an hour-long discussion, my schedule was set, and I was escorted toward my first class by Luna Ashley, with Harold trailing behind.

“Nice to meet you, Kie. From the dreams and visions that you and your husband had about us, I’m guessing you know us already.” “Exactly,” Kie chuckled lightly as she ran her hand through her long brown hair. “Would you two prefer orange or apple juice?” “Anyone would be okay,” Clary replied. Yes, she was hungry but her focus was mainly on what to do next now that she and her mom had come to the wilderness and found who the Moon goddess wanted them to find. “Sure thing,” Kie said ad then went to get the juice. She was a bit nervous because she could see something in Clary’s eyes that was quite familiar. It was a look that screamed ‘I want to devour you’!