Supernatural Claire Novak Novels & Stories

It was hard coming to terms with the fact that something had once happened in my life that I no longer remember. “You know, you are really special, Katherine. Ever since the first day I saw you in that wine storage, I knew that there was something different about you. It's only right that I am being proven correct now. Claire is a priestess who served in the same temple as your mother. When she decided against all odds to get married to your father against the priestess's code of conduct, they rusticated her, and Claire chose to go with her.” Kai explained as he continued rubbing my back while urging me to eat whenever I unconsciously dropped the food to listen to what he was talking to me a

I grinned. “Her being an enigma changes everything; then what went wrong?” I added. Claus sighed, “I told you, Nova wasn’t ready for this... She didn’t master or understand her powers, and on the other hand, we were running out of time. She must have gotten impatient and ended up with you that night.” The guilt gnawed, shutting my eyes momentarily. “And you are sure of that?” “Huh?” “Nova… being an enigma?” Claus nods, "Yes, we confirmed it. Nova is unique; her healing process after you attacked her that night was way faster than an ordinary omega.”

He added. The words gutted me. What does that even mean anymore? Was I born to be Magnus's cure or one of the hunters who hunted and killed innocent supernaturals for sport? “Earis… Thank you for coming to pick me up. Everyone… left,” a voice called from behind. My eyes widened in surprise. Claire! Fuck. She wobbled towards me, one hand clutching the wall like she couldn’t keep herself steady. She wore a short black dress with a single strap over her shoulder. Her hair was a tangled mess, sticking out in uneven clumps, and the glossy smear of lipstick dragged across her cheek.

"I found out last night. I had my witches carry out the spell to make sure I wasn't just imagining things," Novak said in a calmer tone when they were finally seated in Randall's office. "But how did you carry out this spell? You need to have something belonging to Reyana to be able to carry it out accurately. Her hair, blood..." Klara asked, not letting go of her suspicions. Randall sat all the while, calmly staring at Novak as he spewed whatever lies he was spewing.

Cia follows me, standing next to my throne. She doesn't scream. She isn't resistant. She just goes along with it. Being able to manipulate humans it's so much more fun than trying it on a wolf. A human can be so gullible. Cia pours me a new glass of whiskey. Placing it on the table next to my seat. Grabbing my glass then taking a sip. Spinning the whiskey inside the glass staring at Crissy and Kia being dragged away. “There is nothing special about this girl. She is full of doubt and insecurities. Making her dislikable.” I lean back into my chair. Watching as the clouds roll in.

He knew my boundaries, yet he’d dragged me right back into the mud. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. Cole Ryder. And beside him, Talia Brooks, looking immaculate in pack velvet. They were watching the entire spectacle from the gallery steps. The humiliation was absolute; I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. “Our contract was an arrangement by the elders, Chloe,” Noah defended himself, his voice shaking. “You agreed we could seek our own choices before the full moon.”

She can watch. Clara Vance doesn't give up easily, even if I have to burn down a whole kitchen. And when the Moon Goddess is kind enough to clear my path to Alaric's office, it would be rude not to take advantage of it. See, I respect the Gods.

My only reaction was the tightening of my fingers even more around Mother's dress. Slowly, she turned to face me, tears streaming down her face. Then she grabbed my hands in hers, staring at me delicately. "Listen to me, Claire Tara Hunter, you're strong and special. You're strong because you have both your human and werewolf parts. You're special because you're my daughter." I nodded although I was screaming inside, and trying to hold on to the last bit of control I had left as tears dropped to my clothes. "Carnemore is just like any other school," She continued, forcing a smile despite her tears. "You'll thrive if you work hard and I know you will. Just remember that I'll pray to the moon

With her hands clasped together on her lap, Claire sat as still as a statue. Her head remained turned toward the window as she cautiously watched the world outside, silently praying that the maniac hadn't followed them. Noah drove swiftly, but his concerned gaze kept drifting toward her trembling figure. Raw fear lingered in her eyes whenever Adrian crossed her mind. Noah still hadn't healed, but her trauma so consumed Claire that she failed to notice the fresh bandages wrapped around his head and hands.

The fairies, weres, and vampires were her first line of inquiry, then the drug known as morning star. She knew she was supposed to be simply expanding her knowledge base, but Shamira's mind always had to have a direction. After seeing those videos of what happened in a morning star bleeding house, she had made it her first mission as Shane's new vampire enforcer to hunt these guys down. "There you are," Clara said, walking down a path from the bar to the center of the square. She looked so good, it just wasn't fair. "Why'd you take off? This was your idea."