Last Light Claire Kent Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened and she looked back to him, "We will definitely meet again! I'm going to make sure of that!" As the people started howling like hungry wolves, she removed her shoe then throws it right to Tybalt's direction, but he was fast enough to close the door. Safe. Lucky day, for sure. "I wish to never have to see your face again!" Tybalt only winked at her as he could not hear nor understand what she was saying; smiling at her for the last time, Tybalt slips into his car. Before he steps on the gas and leave, he saw a poster on the wall. There was Thalia's smiling face and below was the description of the cafe. Beside her picture was, for sure, her signature over her printed name, as

She came here to help save the city, but she was not about to get her sister killed by an old vampire. The witches did as told and Claire teleported them out of there and back to the regent’s house. Back in the city the homeland agents, Derick, and the others could not even see in front of them with how thick the fog was. While they were still in panic mode looking for what was going to come out of the thick fog. They heard voices, more like whispers.

Her little hope to live made her reach for that hand. ‘Help! Please, save me!’ She thought as the blurry figure was still aiming to reach her hand. Her eyes went wide as her hope slowly decreased when she saw the three sirens simultaneously attacking her savior. ‘No! Don’t kill him, no!’ Maddie screamed the last word that only caused her demise to fasten. It was the last straw. Maddie had finally reached the floor, lifeless.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

He hadn’t given up on me. “I’m staying with a friend not far from here,” I said. “The other girl is there too, Clarissa. Descended from the Silver Saintess. She is the last of her line, just as I am.” Kieran seemed surprised by who Clarissa was but didn’t say anything about it. I suppose discovering I had survived the annihilation of the Silver Mist was shocking enough, let alone another daughter from the main council.

It combined together, a bright light bursting forth. Kendrick directed the light at Claire, who was above the ground with eyes, glowing red. The light came at her with full force. It hit her directly in her chest and she fell to the ground unconscious. "Now, I can do what I have in peace." An eerie smile covered Kendrick's face. ******** "What took you so long?" Nicklaus asked Aiden as he emerged from the door, holding a slumped Isabelle in his hands. Some guards were patrolling outside, looking for a hint that gave away Claire's location.

Claire raised her glass above head height. “Thank you,” she said. “For believing in justice.” They applauded. On my way back up to bed, I paused by my daughter’s old toybox. I thought of Sadie. Her laughter still echoed in my heart. When I reached the penthouse landing, I found Claire standing there, her silhouette framed in the light. She turned. “Morgan.” I swallowed. Something was off. “Just wanted you to know… I’m proud,” she said softly. “We’re making this world better.”

She was told, her whole life, that she was broken. A wolf who couldn't shift. A healer's helper with no voice of her own. Aurelia Vane learned to stay quiet, take up little space, never hope for more. Then the Lycan King rejects her in front of his entire court. Draeven Thorne never makes mistakes. But when his wolf claims the quiet healer as his fated mate, he panics — and humiliates her in front of every pack, calling her protection. The rejection doesn't break the bond. Instead, a black mark blooms beneath her collarbone. Her wolf wakes up for the first time. And Council leader Malric Drake goes still — because he knows exactly who she is: the last of the Noctari, a bloodline he perso

"But I do know one thing, Kevin is full of darkness and it's only by the moon Goddess grace he can be changed." I swallowed my saliva down my throat, still digesting my mate's traumatic past. "What's your name?, Darling." She asked with our gaze bonding with each other. "Claire." I mumbled. She smiled, one much lighter than the latter. "Claire, Kevin is Darkness and you are Light." She gently stated, wrapping her hands around my face. "Light and Darkness don't correlate. One must conquer the other. So please, think carefully before accepting Kevin into your life."