Luz Clawthorne Novels & Stories

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“Really?” April nodded, her smile widening. “Really. What’s your name?” “Lily,” the little girl replied with a grin, her earlier worry forgotten. “Lily Darkclaw.” April’s heart skipped a beat. Darkclaw. Her mind immediately raced with possibilities. Was this Lucifer's daughter? Did he have a child with Isabella ? or is she Jessica and Mikhail's daughter? She couldn’t help the curiosity bubbling inside her. But then she noticed a familiar figure approaching—Jessica. The girl’s mother.

Lúa Infinita was different. Khloe clasped her hand in mine and made me walk faster. Then we stopped in front of an open door. A young girl of four or five stood on a table while the other children surrounded her, watching her. She was dope adorable with her bunny ears headband, big violet eyes, porcelain skin and fairytale gown. She looked nothing like Khloe or David's family. She had a cute purple bow around her neck and from the distance I stood, I could see her birthmark on her arm. Not her werewolf gift mark, the birthmark I just learned about. Hers was a crescent moon tilted downward and casting its shadow over a flower. It was different.

Queen Aera rushed to their direction, “Ellaine, are you alright?” “Yes I am. Please don’t worry about me.” But the crowd once more became chaotic. The women screamed and ran away at all directions while some men poised their hands above their hilts. Above, a woman with tattered bat wings, long forked tongues, and sharp claws circled. “That’s right! Run away and fear me!”She hissed. A mighty dwarf stepped out of the shadows. He pulled out his sword from its scabbard, “Come down here and fight me!”

We turned to see Austin and Blake walked to us. "Where's your wives?" Luke asked them. "Meeting your wives." Blake answered. "I swear I have a bad feeling about this!" Sky said again. "Never go to Coachella again.. Look at the girls outfit, I bet they will wear things like th- oh shit." Max fixed his eyes straight and we all turned to where his eyes landed. Oh my gosh.. Chloez She wears a black cage crop top with a blue jeans shorts that only covers her ass. She wears a body chain that makes her look hot. I mean I like her that she look hot but the lions around her is checking on her ass.

A surge of delight rushed through her, and she felt all giddy inside as if she had finally found something that fit perfectly in whatever it was she wanted to fit. "What's her name?" Violet asked. "Clare Leighton, Your Grace. She's twenty-one now. Dropped out of college to help her struggling parents, and currently labors over three jobs to make ends meet. So apparently, she is single." "Hmm...a family-oriented girl," Florence mused then turned to Violet. She felt like she was a sea diver holding their breath waiting for her friend's reaction. Violet, on the other hand, looked skeptical. She shrugged and tossed the photos onto the coffee table then leaned back against the couch. She looked u

"Thank you!" Secretary Carmen waved to Clara and went off. Clara saw her get into the official car and the driver led the car away. She closed the door behind her and opened the employment letter, her name was written boldly on it as a registered employee of CRUZ enterprise. Clara couldn't contain the excitement, so she called Ella who was still at work. "It's here!" Clara said. "What's here?" Ella asked. "My employment letter, it's here!" "Oh, my sweet potatoes! I will be home in some minutes' time. So wait for me!" Ella said and cut the call.

Her eyes are completely black – no whites, no irises, just two solid, liquid voids that look entirely demonic. I freeze, my survival instincts screaming at me to run, but Victor places a steadying hand on my lower back, guiding me forward. “Claire,” Victor says warmly, stepping past me to plant a quick, familiar kiss on her cheek. “I brought the latest investment from the coast.” The woman smiles, the terrifying effect of her black eyes softening instantly into something genuinely warm and welcoming. She steps around the desk. “Leia Thornwood. We’ve been anticipating your arrival. I’m Claire Lester, Mistress of the Academy.”

Once I get my hands on Carlo, I would spill his guys and watch his blood coat the ground with pleasure. "Boss!" I glance at Lorenzo whose eyes are trained at the entrance with his face pale as sheet like had just seen a ghost. I follow his gaze and when it meets the person he is looking at, I am on my feet in an instant. "Your wife is here, boss." • Lilith Fury encumbered me as I ran my fingers against my neck, feeling the sting of where Rayne had his hands on. I will break you, Lilith. I should have known that this marriage was too good to be true. I should have known Rayne De Luca would never settle for a truce.