Novel & Cerita Supernatural Claire Novak

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

Claire said, looking at the smiling Maia holding her Mother like a lover would. “Yes, it’s tragic. Heaven wants to cause panic and hysteria among the mortals so they will be driven to worship them; it’s quite an ingenious plot.” Maia said, then relaxed on the couch and let Julie go. “Claire, when did you get here?” Blake’s voice was heard as he entered the room. Claire rose from her seat and went to Blake. Looked him up and down and frowned. “You’re his clone, are you not?” Claire asked.

She threw it on the floor while chanting… And suddenly, there was an Adam standing beside her. My breath caught painfully. Black magic. I didn’t need to see the rest. Those memories already lived inside me. Claire had been behind my near death. It was obvious she had created a Noah and Daniel too. Which meant she had been behind the second too. The same method. The same manipulation. But who had taught her? Before I could search further, El shoved me forward. Another memory snapped into place. A room. Dimly lit. Quiet. I recognized the attire Claire wore, recognized that it was the dress she wore on the night I died as Dora.

She came here to help save the city, but she was not about to get her sister killed by an old vampire. The witches did as told and Claire teleported them out of there and back to the regent’s house. Back in the city the homeland agents, Derick, and the others could not even see in front of them with how thick the fog was. While they were still in panic mode looking for what was going to come out of the thick fog. They heard voices, more like whispers.

Like mother, like son? “You want a soul puppet?” said Maurice. He had followed Claire and was standing next to her. “Will there be anything left of them once you assume control.” “Yes... Something.” Didn’t sound very promising. “Look,” said Claire, getting the huff, “try to understand.” Violent supernatural entities love that, being condescended to. “There are people who are going to die if you don’t help us get out of here. We’ll help you in return. Find a way to get you out of here, I promise, but we have to stop the man in the spire.” It was an impassioned plea, rich in sincerity and full of earnest good faith. I gave her chances a solid zero out of ten.

As much as she hadn’t liked Jared’s surprise party last night she didn't want to drop his name into the messy situation when she didn’t understand how his cream worked in the first place. The sun started rising on another day at the academy, and her heart grew cold at the thought of going out there again. Where was Claire now? The last thing she remembered was the really huge thing, too big to be a wolf, that had attacked Claire and stopped her—the huge creature with red eyes. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at Ezekiel. “Claire... Is she...?” “She’ll be out there waiting to get you alone again. It’s probably safer for you to stay here until I deal with her.”

Claire's POV: Claire heard the door creak open and her heart sank. She knew it was Nathan again. She quickly pulled her clothes to herself, trying to cover as much of her body as possible. She pushed herself to the wall at the end of the room, her eyes fixed on the door. Her mind was racing as she tried to come up with a plan, but she knew deep down that there was nothing she could do to stop him. But to her surprise, it wasn't Nathan who walked through the door. It was Harrison, the man who had brought her to this hellhole. She was shocked and confused. She had never seen him in this room before, and she couldn't understand why he was here now.

“Why would Clara be able to help us with the prophecy? Wait Luna? As in Werewolves?” Mom’s expression softens. “Yes, my sweet girl werewolves. And Luna Clara studies prophecy. All supernatural prophecy. She’s an expert. One of the best.” Grace nods. “If anyone can help us understand what the Hallow wants… it’s her.” I lean back in my chair, staring out at the fields as the sun rises higher. Clara. A Luna. A prophecy expert. Someone who might finally give us answers. The matebond hums faintly, steady and warm, reminding me Noah is still upstairs, safe, sleeping, unaware of the conversation happening down here. I wrap my hands around my mug. “Okay,” I whisper. “Then Clara’s where we start.”

“Your father bought me for an heir. You married me to punish your brother. Adrian looks at me like I’m some lost thing he failed to save. Everyone keeps deciding what I am.” Nathaniel studied me, his eyes searching mine. “What are you, Claire?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I hated that I didn’t have an answer. A daughter. A wife. A mistake. A woman entangled with one brother and married to the other. My eyes burned, and I looked away. “Trapped.” Nathaniel's expression shifted, just a fraction, before the door swung open. Adrian stood there, his gaze moving from me to Nathaniel, then to the phone on the desk.

I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely “She turns 18 tomorrow she will find her mate at midnight tonight after her first shift don’t do anything yet but keep her close grovel apologize whatever it takes just keep her close” and with that he hangs up leaving my head swimming even more and the anger even more noticeable. The door bell rings and Kelly answers it calling out food and Shannon the omega is here so I put on my best performance and get to work. Nova’s POV