Monsters University Claire Wheeler Novels & Stories

, she muttered as she scribbled down my name, together with some other things which weren’t in clear view. “I know that you are wondering what I am doing. You should also know that this is a special werewolf academy and that means that there are things you can’t even think of or imagine”, Claire said and chuckled again, with her gaze focused on whatever it was she was scribbling on the journal. “You see… I read minds. That is to say that I know every single thing that goes on in the mind of someone sitting a foot or two away from me”, she dropped and for a minute, I thought that I’ve heard wrong.

They are just mortals, for goodness’ sake! “Monsters,” I heard Gertrude whispers with her trembling voice. Her hands were shaking, as she tightens her grip on Lace’s arm. And that is why we keep our identity for a long. Because that is what they always think of us. We are monsters for them. We’ll always be. “AUDRA!” Alaric’s voice roars that made her eyes turn back to its normal color. She is furious made by frustration in a helpless situation, but we all know that it wouldn’t help. He then turns his gaze upon Ulric who’s sitting down on the floor.

And she could see it on Jared’s face. Halfway across the room, Claire launched into the air and then shifted. As her clothes ripped from her body, she saw the monstrosity that Claire had become. Her wolf had patches of black that had not been there the night she had attacked her at Jared’s party. And her eyes were purple. As she landed on her paws, froth formed around her mouth as if she was rabid. And her canines were mottled and brown. The evil from the forest overtook the room. Fear filled the room as the rest of the students were introduced to the monsters from the cursed forest that she had already met before.

Tyron firmly replied to his mother. "What a waste of the money you spent to get your face back, Arielle. Because I will just carve it again and this time I will put a big X on both your cheeks," Claire said to her with a smile. "You're so evil, Claire. You're still alive but your body is being eaten by worms in hell!" she shouted angrily. She would never show them that she was afraid. She would not give them the pleasure of seeing her afraid of what they would do to her.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting its silvery glow over Chloe as she stood in the moonlit glade. The echoes of the celestial tragedy lingered, and Chloe, though physically healed, bore the invisible scars of the cosmic clash. Unbeknownst to her, the clash had left a deeper mark—she had lost most of her supernatural powers, save for the primal strength of her werewolf side. As Chloe navigated the intricate dance of her diminished abilities, a rustle in the moonlit foliage signaled Caleb's arrival. His eyes, a reflection of the starlit night, held a magnetic charm that seemed to intensify in Chloe's weakened state.

Standing in the midst of other ladies, Sheila could not tell what trouble she had gotten herself into. She was not sure which was better, the wrath of the rich lady driver or the fury of the alpha. Sheila wondered why the alpha would pick today of all days to meet the ladies when all she wanted was a few days away from the world around her. In sum, there were about twenty ladies in the field, each claiming to have the green pearl. In front of them were Alpha Xavier and Beta Jasleen, and all around them were the guards, each holding tightly to his weapon.

" Alpha Lorinzo questioned Everyone was quite disappointed. The message is not clear to them, and they are a bit disappointed. They expected it to be clearer. "So the monster has a son? Where and how can we find him when we have not seen his mother? So this monster is even a woman? Please, can someone explain what the message says?" Alpha Lorinzo requested "The only one allowed to explain this in detail is the gamma that just read out the message. You all heard the warnings. "Please, young man, can you explain exactly what that message really means to all of us?" one of the elders requested.

Dear Kharl Axiel, The daughter of monsters, the child of the crown, the heavenly princess born into the home of the subjects so that I may get a chance to know her. Princess Kharl, the only soulmate that the maker made for his always lost son, Marcelo Depinn.

Opening it, I read: Claire, I'm so sorry, my sweet daughter; but I have to go. I can't stay here anymore. There wasn't any time for me to explain everything in this letter, but our family has a secret... On my side of the family, we are werewolves. Hunters are trying to kill me; I'd rather you stay there than be killed. I know you must have questions, but everything will begin to make sense as your birthday nears, I promise. I love you, Claire, with all of my heart. Be safe…

They are for your friends. CLAIRE: Something is coming this way....and...it's coming fast. Anya watch out! (Kicked an incoming spear) LOGAN: Where the hell did that come from? CLAIRE: More is coming ANYA: More Spears CLAIRE: No, more warriors (heavy matching footsteps were heard and shiny object can be seen) LOGAN: This can't be good. We can't fight no army ANYA: The fog seems to be clearing as they are coming closer CLAIRE: I think they can't see in the mist cos they were made from it. Summoning Cheet Blades (two fan blades were coming from behind and she did a backflip to catch them, landing with a superhero landing *a knee on the floor*)