Klara And The Sun Novels & Stories

Clara, descending into the surf. Emily, standing beneath a sky that no longer belonged to Earth. And beneath it all, a third Seed. Not planted. But waiting.

The Alpha. I felt my breath hang in my throat. I held the kettle and was about to pour some tea into his cup. I tried to stop my hand from trembling, but I couldn’t, the kettle slipped out of my hand, the tea poured on him, and some splash on their bodies across the table. “So clumsy!” The older woman in the middle seated between the Alpha and Lucas, around the same age as Hera exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.” I rasped with my body palpitating.

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.

“Elara is danger. She is weak. Human. She will destroy us all. You see it, don’t you?” Lira’s lips parted, her eyes wide. “No… Luna Elara is kind. She—” “Do not call her Luna!” Clara snapped, her smile breaking. She gripped the maid’s arm tight. “She is nothing. She is curse. But you can help me. You can save the pack.” Lira swallowed hard. “How?” Clara’s hand slipped into her cloak. She pulled out a small vial, the liquid inside dark and thick. She placed it on the table in front of Lira.

George said, shaking Clara whose eyes were shutting. "Clara, wake up, wake up, Ragnor needs you," Nyota said shaking her back to consciousness. Nyota slapped Clara's face a couple of times but she was weak and not responsive. The sky which was becoming bright was now getting dark again. "Nyota, please do what you can to wake her," George said his eye fixated on the space Ragnor had gone through looking at the darkness covering the skies and the glowing light gradually dimming. Ragnor was losing the battle as the creatures were now covering him. Nyota placed her thumb on Clara's forehead and her palm on Clara's chest. Her eyes glowed and she called out to Clara connecting to her soul.

She has to be. Because I can't afford to lose another member of this pack to darkness. ~~~~~ LYRA'S POV The morning sun spills weakly through the infirmary window, soft and uncertain, like it's afraid to touch what happened last night. Clara sits by the bed, her hands trembling as she traces the edge of the blanket. She looks different. Lighter. As if the shadows in her eyes have been peeled away, leaving only exhaustion behind. I walk in quietly, the smell of herbs and cleaning agents hanging in the air.

I’ll find out who he is and why there’s no trace of him in any record. Before I can slip away to greet the guests myself, Damian steps forward. Rosalina clings neatly to his arm, her golden hair and bashful smiles painting the perfect portrait of innocence. He raises his voice, the room stilling in anticipation. "Friends, allies—welcome to the Eclipse Celebration. It is an honor for the Moonlit Clan to host this gathering and to celebrate strength, unity, and the blessings of the Moon. Alpha Lucian and I wish you all a memorable evening, and we look forward to deepening the bonds we share."

Freya stands at the foot of the bed in Klara’s room and stared at sleeping Klara for a long time. The poor woman fed her baby girl and cried herself to sleep like a pathetic one. She pleaded her countless times to help her contact Ralph but she couldn’t grant her wish and it’s because of Lucas.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to the pedestal. As her fingers touched the cool surface of the orb, a surge of energy coursed through her. Her vision blurred, and the world around her dissolved into a swirl of colors and memories. Clara found herself standing in a lush meadow, the sun shining brightly overhead. Laughter echoed around her, and she turned to see two children running through the grass—a boy and a girl, their faces radiant with joy. Her heart swelled as she realized they were her children, though they appeared older than they should have been.

I rested my hand on the swell, feeling the baby kick lightly against my palm. “You like the sunshine too, don’t you?” I murmured, smiling to myself. Clara stood a few feet away, ever vigilant in her palace guard uniform despite the heat. I’d tried to convince her to at least take off her jacket, but she’d refused, insisting on maintaining a professional appearance. Still, I caught her tilting her face toward the sun occasionally, her eyes briefly closing as she absorbed the warmth. Even Clara wasn’t immune to the perfect weather. “You know,” I called over to her, “you’re allowed to relax a little. No one’s going to attack me in the middle of the palace pool.”