Pokemon Clair Fanfiction Novels & Stories

‎Claire blinked, startled. “What?” ‎ ‎“The one with her,” he clarified. “The man who fought me.” His eyes searched hers, waiting for some trace of deception. ‎ ‎She shook her head, confusion clouding her expression. “He’s Cleo’s boyfriend. We’ve never even met before today. I’ve only seen his photos.” ‎

I turned to find Clara still backed against the tree, with a dagger held in both of her hands aimed at me. I took a step towards her, and realized that she had never seen me in wolf form. She had no idea who I was, and she must be terrified that I was another Rogue. So, I shifted back into my human form. Clara stared at me for a moment, and then she turned to run. She made it a few steps before she collapsed. I ran to her side. She curled around her stomach, face pinched with pain. I turned her over and smelled blood. Had the Rogue already hurt her?

I start, glancing briefly at him. Clair follows my gaze, her expression flickering for the briefest second before she looks back at me. “I was just helping escort some of the elders away,” she says smoothly. “By the time I came back… everything was already handled.” I nod slowly. “Yeah… he does that.” The words slip out before I can stop them. And heat rises to my cheeks almost instantly. Because I’m still looking at him. And he— is already looking at me. Standing a short distance away, he looks exactly like he belongs nowhere and everywhere all at once.

Temra opened it, and I was surprised to see Claris. When my friend saw my face, she immediately grew concerned. “My beast insisted I come see you. Are you okay?” she asked, and I shook my head. Temra was taken aback by Claris’s words, but she didn’t say anything. So I just told her what had happened with Elijah, how I was feeling, and the fact that I might be pregnant and not even realize it. She calmed me down, hugged me, and then looked firmly at Temra. “Let’s do the test,” Claris told the healer.

The two of them had also shifted to Aegon pack and was now working here and making regular trades in Claws pack as Kate opened a branch of her boutique. There had been one person missing from this party as he had been traveling the nearby packs looking for his mate and I prayed to the goddess that he would find her soon. No matter what had passed between us before Clay was family and with everything solved and things already kept in the past I could see a future where things would get even less awkward than what they are now. Even Cain's relationship with Clay has been truning for the bette- 'You know I can hear your thoughts, right?' Cain asked through the mindlink making me realize that I

“Have a professional look at that, but it should keep your blood on the inside for the time being.” “Thanks, love,” Declan said, and rose to his feet. He was stiff, I could tell, but his muscles rolled and flexed under skin that had almost no fat on it whatsoever. Something about him was magnetic, and I wanted to stay close. Patrick, of course, had other ideas. “Come on, Claire,” Pat said, “I’ll take you home.” ~ * ~ Patrick held my bloodied sweatshirt as we headed back to the pick up truck. I couldn’t help but scoff. “So,” I said, climbing into the passenger’s seat, “my bar is connected to your underground fight club, or whatever.”

James finally replied, his voice clipped. Nigel approached the couch, his gaze flicking between Joyce’s pale face and James’s tense posture. “She’s never fainted before?” “No,” James said firmly, crossing his arms. "But isn't it normal for girls to faint?" Nigel tilted his head, observing Joyce with narrowed eyes. "Well, yeah... But this feels... Off" "Probably she hasn't had breakfast yet" Nigel tilted his head again to the opposite side, watching James’s uncharacteristically gentle movements. “Interesting,” Nigel muttered under his breath. “Very interesting... It’s not her first time around wolves, she's been with you already”

If he was not mistaken, Elder Whitmore would definitely ask Philip to go along, and the information this girl told him was most likely disclosed by Elder Whitmore to Philip on purpose. “Huh? I can't go. I have to show you the way. By the way, my name is Claire Sonnet.” With that said, the girl tried to pull Philip with her. “Philip—” Before Philip could finish saying his name, Claire interrupted him mercilessly. “Philip Clarke, I know. You’re very strong.” As she spoke, she raised her fair and tender arms in a front double biceps pose. Philip suddenly felt exasperated and powerless. “Where do you want to visit?” Claire asked while blinking her eyes.

Maximus continued with his wicked stories, and I was left frozen in my spot, knowing his confession was shattering my brother and my niece. “He said she was so beautiful. He could have feasted on her body if the reinforcement...” A loud growl ripped in the air, and before I could make sense of what was happening, Clair was already surging forward. Her eyes were deadly, and her fangs were out. Her claws erupted as she moved at lightning speed, heading to where Maximus was. In no time, she buried her claws into his back. Blood sputtered out from his chest, and I could see Clair’s claws coming out on his front.

Deep within, Clar remained anxious; her brow was locked tightly even in deep sleep. In her dream, she seemingly saw Ben locked in a death-match against a stranger. Wounds surfaced abruptly, and within moments, fresh blood soaked his entire body. Right at the exact instant he gathered power to unleash his lightning trait for a full-force strike, that beastman clad in black beast clothing let out a light chuckle. He raised his hand and with total ease shot a slender ice piercing, the velocity so fast it made Clar’s eyes tighten. She roared with all her might within her dream, "No!"