Last Light Claire Kent Novels & Stories

At the Sweethearts' Light Festival, I head to Truelove Bridge to film vlog footage for my wedding next month. But through the camera's viewfinder, I spot my younger sister, Mona Jensen. Standing right beside her is my fiance, Weston Shaw—who is supposed to be working overtime at the office tonight. As Mona browses a vendor's stall, the strap of her bag slips off her shoulder. Weston catches it almost on instinct and casually slings it over his own shoulder. The glittery, sequined bag, covered in plush charms, looks absurdly out of place against his tailored dark gray suit. Maybe it's just a coincidence. Yet, the bag remains on his shoulder. People stream past them down the crowded stree

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

"Renee, this is going to be the best you'll look for the next ten years, so let me capture it. Over the next decade, everything from your bones to your hair will slowly rot away, and you'll live in agony every single day." She added, "Here's the best part. You won't be able to end it. No matter what you try, you won't be able to die. You'll just have to keep living through it. Last time around, it drove me completely insane. "Don't worry. This time, I'm going to make sure you have the best doctors and the most expensive treatments to keep you sharp and fully conscious through every second of it. That's what sisters are for, right?" Looking at Vera, who was almost hysterical with madness, I f

The pup spent nearly a month in an incubator, but in the end, they couldn't save it. With the pup gone, Ryan didn't waste a second. He used every ruthless tactic at his disposal to sever the bond with Clara. Clara probably realized that if she kept fighting him, she'd end up with nothing, so she took a payout and signed the papers. Now, Vera is back on the hunt for a new Luna. But the drama surrounding the Dark Moon Pack has spread to every pack in the region. No Alpha's daughter is willing to jump into that dumpster fire. My mom had a look of pure "I told you so" satisfaction as she told me the story.

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

The finale sequence, the one Claire had rebuilt from disaster was photographed in a way that made the natural light look intentional from the beginning. "Claire is going to be insufferable about this," I said. "She's already insufferable about it," Izzy confirmed. "She sent me four messages before seven." We sat with our coffee for a moment. "You and Xander," Izzy said carefully. "Are not a conversation topic before nine," I replied. "It's eight fifty-three." I looked at her across the table. "Something shifted last night," she said simply. "I'm not asking for details. I'm asking if you're alright."

The scent of iron floods my senses, and I look down to see crimson pooling beneath me. “Please,” I choke out, my vision blurring. “Cain, save the pup… Save our pup…” Cain’s cold gaze meets mine one last time before he turns away, pulling Claire with him. “Let her die,” Claire says over her shoulder, her voice dripping with venom. “She and that bastard pup aren’t worth saving.” The door slams shut, their laughter echoing down the hall as my world fades to black. The full moon hangs high in the sky, its light filtering through the shattered window. My blood seeps into the floor, staining the wood with the last vestiges of my life.

The entity's voice, filled with malice, hissed in Ethan's mind: "You think you can contain me? This is far from over." Within the blinding chaos, Clara's grasp on Ethan's hand fixed, her eyes wide with fear as the entity made one last move. The light glinted, and before Ethan responded, Clara was torn from his grasp, her shout reverberating as she was pulled into the abyss. The last thing Ethan saw before everything went dim was Clara's scared face vanishing into the void, the candle's fire snuffed out, leaving him alone within the pitch-black silence.

Claire called, fear evident in her voice but Anthony was done with her and so, he turned and tapped on the door. “I suggest you put your evil brain to use,” were Anthony’s last words to her, and Claire’s heart dipped. This couldn’t be happening! ****

“I am a damn good fighter.” A sharp pain in her neck caused her to flinch, then collapse as arms wrapped around her waist, easing her down to the ground. The last thing she saw was Quinn’s motionless form on the cool tiled floor and someone leaning over her, before Claire’s vision hazed. “Sloane will be pleased indeed.” Claire couldn’t move as darkness enveloped her. He finally got her.