Supernatural Claire Novak Novels & Stories

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

She had simply walked in. "The builder knew I would come," Clara said. "They designed the network to respond to me. To my anchor ability." "Or to something else. Something the watcher put in you." Clara thought about this. About the reincarnation that had brought her to this world, about the anchor ability that had manifested in ways the Archivist had not anticipated, about the forty-third iteration and the corridor and the stranger who had stayed. About the watcher, watching. "We need to find Seren," Clara said. "The marks can wait."

she began cautiously, “there’s something you need to know.” Lucifer looked up at her, his eyes narrowing. “What is it?” Clara hesitated, clearly nervous about delivering the news. “April... she was pregnant when she left. With your child.” For a moment, Lucifer just stared at her, the words not fully registering. But then, like a punch to the gut, the memory of his own cruel words hit him—how he had said he would kill both mother and child to avoid any attachments. A wave of nausea washed over him, and he buried his face in his hands, his mind reeling.

Zara's bewitching spell. While she tried to not cry again, her head turned around. She blinked her eyes as they focused on a silhouette standing at the doorstep. It was very much like.... Hunter. Her wrath returned with a vengeance. Claire got up and stormed towards him. She wasn't a lover of darkness but this man catapulted her completely into it since he came back to her life after the divorce. So much so that she was forced to embrace it till she felt good. "What the hell are you doing here? The guards..." Her eyes became hard as she hissed uncontrollably. "How did you get past the guards?"

Stephan frowned, obviously still not too keen with my continuous sarcasm. “Something like that. When we approached her, everything was too hard to take in and her emotions let loose the fire from within her.” “How did you guys change my dream?” Stephan twisted his head to the side slightly in confusion. Stephan looked around, but everyone was just as confused as he was. “What do you mean?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Nothing,” I opted for instead. “Where is Claire now and why can't I see her?” “Claire is undergoing her first transformation at the next full moon, and she needs to be kept away from you because she can hurt you.”

She looked defeated. Clara was pleased to see the person who had killed her look like she was at her lowest point. “How did you know it was me?” Clara asked. “Who else would persecute me and want to meet at Trinity Academy?” Beckah scoffed. “As soon as I thought of Clara, I knew I would see Clarissa here. Did the demon help you come back to life?” “It’s a little complicated,” Clara said. “Clarissa St. Clair is a real person. I just have her body.”

One was watching through an open doorway, reporting as his brothers were slaughtered by Claire and Gideon, both of whom had descended on this place like a pair of vengeful angels. “Call off your mother,” I said to Nova. Her eyes were wide, her face white. “I don’t know how,” she said, and I believed her. Even though I wished I didn’t. Shouldn’t she have some answer? “We could give her the girl,” one of the rogues said. “This is a mother’s fury. Give her the girl and she will stop.” That wasn’t true, either. Claire wouldn’t stop, not after all I had done to her. She would only end this carnage when I was dead.

Claire held her hands just above the woman’s body and used them to scan her from head to toe. “You have a few broken ribs,” she said, “and a slight concussion. I can fix them, and it won’t hurt. Just lay still.” As I watched the glow begin to shine beneath Claire’s hands, healing the woman’s wounds and easing her pain, I remembered Nurse Devin’s words from earlier today. Where exactly did Claire’s powers come from? Was it - could it really be - witchcraft? “Volunteer Sabrina,” Claire said, her voice breaking through my thoughts. “Please go get a healing potion from the pharmacy supply.”

If only Claire would stop joking and tell her what the hell was going on. Claire took a step back from her as she felt her control snap. She knew she wasn't going to hurt her. She was just going to give her a glimpse of what she truly was. Claire closed her eyes and started chanting some Latin words so fastly that Elena couldn't keep up. Claire abruptly opened her eyes and Elena staggered three steps back as she slapped her hand over her mouth. Claire's eyes were blood red, and—and there were fangs on both sides of her teeth. Two sharp pointy fangs. When she thought she couldn't be more shocked, she saw a large orb of light starting to form around Claire's wrists, the lights were so bright a

He didn’t know what to say. Kane perused Claire all over again. “So, you are a strong werewolf. How do you have magic then? And why are you spying on us?” Claire took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I discovered it a few months ago," She admitted. "After my shift, we had gone to a party. During the party, my emotions had gotten the best of me, and …” She shrugged her shoulders. “It just happened. My parents are aware of that. However, they are not aware that I am here. They believe I am asleep. I was actually, until I heard the movements of people. I came out then.”