Last Light Claire Kent Novels & Stories

Maybe she believed that only in death could there be peace. I opened the bottle cap. “Mom, wait for me.” A soft click sounded. It did not come from the door. It came from the ventilation duct. The villa’s electrical system shut off without warning. The exhaust fan stopped. The lights went out. The bathroom fell into darkness. My hand shook. The bottle almost slipped. Someone was here. Was it Daniel? It seemed impossible. He was in court. Maybe it was a burglar. Or a robber. A sharp female voice cut through the darkness. “If you drink that, Daniel will treat you like an object and keep you forever.”

Because you are mine, Liam Raul King. Whether you want me or not. Whether you feel anything for me or not. You changed my life. You molded me into this version of myself. You made me yours. And… I’ll make sure you never forget it. You will always be mine. No matter what it takes. Claire After everyone else had gone to bed, I couldn’t settle. I slipped out to the poolside alone, cradling a glass of chilled white wine as the night air brushed my skin. My phone buzzed softly on the table beside me.

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.

But the darkness consumed the room making me fear of the very last time memories this man gave – a werewolf. “Hearing your heartbeat, I guess you remember me aurora”, he said as he raked his ugly eyes on me biting his lower lip making me disgusted by the way he is eying me. “Have to agree witches are the sexiest beings on earth, how come you guys kept your hands for yourself?”, he asks amused with the two dogs who brought me here. “Your orders Alpha”, David tells making me clench my teeth in anger. “you killed my whole clan, my family and now what do you want from me?”, I hiss at him angrily.

’ Suddenly, the muffled sound of a door being violently thrown open echoed through the line. Kaelen’s heart forcefully skipped a beat, his hands tightening instinctively around the steering wheel. “Matt! What on earth happened over there? Answer me!” However, the one who responded to him was not Matt. “Where are you?” Hearing Scarlett’s voice, Kaelen’s face shifted drastically. “What’s wrong?” After a momentary stillness, Scarlett spoke, her words cutting through the air with agonizing slowness. “Your Luna, Iris, and the pup in her womb are both dead.”

She explained to me. "Kent defended you? That's weird." I remarked. "That's far from being weird. I tried to stop him and he attack ed me. Left a claw to my side." She went on to say. "A claw?" I was beginning to feel anger crawl out from within. "Aye. Took Grace or I would be dead." Clara said. Alright, that does it... "Where is Kent right now?" I demanded vengefully.

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

Now that promise melted away–just like the snow. The next evening, Clara showed up. Gone was her usual polished appearance. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion as she stubbornly waited downstairs outside my building. "Julian, just give me five minutes. Five minutes." Her voice was hoarse, nearly breaking. My parents stood firm, their faces cold, refusing to let her inside. She held up her phone, its glow lighting her pale face. "Look! The referral agreement! I've officially transferred Adrian Locke to Dr. Hayes. I deleted every contact–blocked everything!"

Luca opened the door. Claire stood there. Her hair was gray. Her face was thin. Her eyes were wild. She said she had come to finish what she started. Derek stepped forward. He asked why. Claire said because he had taken everything from her. Marcus. Her freedom. Her life. Derek said Marcus was a monster. Claire said Marcus was the only one who loved her. Luca asked if she was going to hurt the children. Claire said no. She was going to hurt Derek.

Nora’s POV Claire had died when the attack on them got stronger. She was a girl caught in a crossfire, according to what Hercules said. It was they who shot her. It was those goons that were with her. It was raining cats and dogs as we gathered on the burial ground. Everywhere was littered with people of color. Malia had her eyes red like those of someone who had been drinking. She is leaning on Zen’s chest, staring out like a zombie. All traces of color drained from her face. I couldn’t help her with her pain, but I told her how sorry I was. She had nodded earlier at my words. Not even sparing me a glance.