Pokemon Klara Novels & Stories

A woman's voice rang inside the room and she finally turn around to see a young woman standing behind her with crossed arms and a frown on her face. Her eyes were bright yellow which shows that she was a werewolf. She was wearing a tiny starp red dress with a little flare just above her knees. She was Klara the daughter of Alpha Nicholas of the blue moon park. Muna just stared at the woman not knowing what to say and she heard the woman talk again. “ So the rumours were true after all ” Klara said walking closer to where Muna stood at the balcony and she lean her body against the door leading to the balcony staring at Muna straight in the eye.

Am I greedy for wanting one more miracle for myself? I answer a knock at the door and Klara is there, carrying a professional leather bag instead of a basket. Her expression is focused. She’s here to handle business. There’s a shift in her energy. She’s not here as Viktor’s mother or my friend; she’s here as an expert. I invite her into the dining area as she sets her large leather briefcase on the table. “I’m so pleased you’re here, Klara. I’m finding it impossible to quiet my mind. I’m so thrilled and yet so damn scared at the same time.”

Kliara has not actually told Williams and Thelma about her new found abilities, she only told them of the memories that weren't hers but left out the voices and now the ability to heal. Williams was curious to find out what more Kliara could achieve with the power but each time he asked her about it, Kliara told him nothing he wanted to hear. Williams believed totally that the ceremony was a success, that Kliara was now a living vessel for the power of the oracle.

A large bed waits against the far wall, its crimson quilts turned down as though in invitation. I scan it all, feeling uneasy. The guards are outside, and I can feel their presence. I could shift, break the lock, and try to fight all of them, but where would I run? Down sheer cliffs into a fortress crawling with Blood Moon wolves? This is a cage, no matter how gilded. The door opens again. She enters without hesitation, wearing a low cut, fitted gown the color of steel. Kiayara. Lyra’s mirror, in appearance only. I see the differences now. Her eyes are colder, and her posture is honed to a blade’s edge.

A faint golden glow emanates from her palms. “I can try.” Her voice is strained with concentration. “But I need you all to be quiet. This requires complete focus.” I step back, pressing myself against the wall. Maverick and Adrian flank me on either side. We watch in tense silence. Clara begins to chant low, melodic words in a language I don't recognize. The glow from her hands intensifies, spreading over Knox and Cassie. The crystals around them start to pulse in rhythm with her words. “What's she doing?” I whisper to Maverick.

She squealed loudly seeing her old mobile and at the same time turned around to look at Ralph but didn’t expect to be attacked by him. Ralph tried to snatch the mobile from her but she’s quick to dodge him and ran around him towards the stroller. “Give it back.” Ralph growled at the fleeting figure but Klara turned a deaf ear to him and hid behind the stroller and used her daughter as a shield. “Why should I? It’s mine.”

Pawn Clara asked, looking at her face through her hood. "Don’t worry," Bishop Eloise said, "She isn't going to kill you." "That's not what I'm worried about," Pawn Clara replied. "I'm asking her name." "Reiko Gobi Zalika," Bishop Eloise replied with a smile. "But you can call her Gobi Zalika." "Reiko Gobi Zalika? What a name! I mean no offense, but it's kinda new to me," Pawn Clara asked.

The custom blend imported specifically for Clara Whitmore. Because no matter how old she became, no matter how much trouble she caused, and no matter how many headaches she gave them, Clara would always be the Whitmore family's princess... Always. After several cups of tea, endless reassurances, and countless attempts by Ethan to diagnose her with every illness known to mankind, Clara finally calmed down. Her tears stopped, her breathing steadied, and the panic faded. And she found herself staring at the people she had once lost. The people she had mourned.

Kelly stretch out his hand trying to pull Clara into a hug Clara brushed him away and said with a dark face "I'm not going to the Desert with you until you show me the clip you claimed to have" "what do you mean?" "don't play dumb! you know what I meant!" "really?" Kelly stood up, he crossed his arm across his chest "you've grown wings to challenge me right?" "I really don't have time for chitty talks, show me the clip. that's all!" Clara half yelled. sensing she's been played

KAI POV She was screaming so loudly, but she can’t be heard by anyone because the room was silent proof. “What’s going on here?” That familiar voice sounded in my head like a blow, bringing me back to reality, I turned my face to look who the person was, even when I knew, who exactly the person is, but i still check praying to the moon goddess, that it shouldn’t be her But my prayers wasn’t answered, it was her It was Clara!!! KLAUS POV