Novel & Cerita Supernatural Claire Novak

He put the glass down and breathed out, "I haven't had a drink in days. That was so refreshing." "D-do you want more?" "No, I'm good." I fiddled my fingers nervously, still unable to believe, I was standing before one of the most powerful Alphas alive. It was unexpected but absolutely real. I had spoken so casually to him, out of shock, without even realizing it. "I should have done this from the start, my Lord." I bowed, "I am—” "Claire Barrett of the Blackmoon Pack, only biological daughter of Alpha Leon Barrett and late Luna Darcy Winston," he said.

By the time his body’s found under their school bridge, he’ll be another cold case, untraceable. And yet, Nova stepped out tonight looking like sin dressed in silk, and for one fleeting second my breath caught. Pale skin against the blood-red gown and matching gloves, her mask gleaming under the lights. For that moment, she looked untouchable. Almost too good for this filth. Almost enough to make me forget she could be the one sent to ruin me. Almost. “How long till we get there?” she asked quietly. Timid and careful; We haven’t spoken properly since she dared ask me why she couldn’t touch me.

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

A single tear slid from the corner of Clara’s eye and dropped silently onto the floor. 'One more chance... Just one more chance... please!' Clara pleaded inwardly. Her chest rose weakly once… twice… then stopped. And Clara Lockwood Whitmore’s world went completely dark. She was... DEAD!

Claire's POV I woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the unfamiliar comfort of knowing I didn't have to pretend. For one night, I hadn't been Mrs. Laurent, I hadn't been Damien's assistant and I hadn't been the woman silently carrying a child whose father had already told her there would never be an us. I had simply been Claire. Olivia was already in the kitchen when I wandered into the living area. She stood barefoot in an oversized T-shirt, humming softly while pouring coffee into two mugs.

"You are so dumb! When did I ever tell you that Robert is Luka's? I would never carry the cub of that disgusting weakling. For your information, he's Darren's!" "What! What!" I exclaimed, clutching my head again. Robert wasn't my brother? He was the child of this murderer? How could that be? How come my father didn't... "You lie, Nora! If Robert isn't my father's child, how come he didn't sense it? How come you lived with us for years without him suspecting?" I shouted, pointing at her. Nora chuckled. "There's always a way around these things. Tell me, would you have believed if anyone told you six years ago that a clone would take your place and deceive your subjects without them noticing a

His silence pushed dread to settle in my chest. "That's what Deadclaw was made to do," he replied quietly. "It feeds against spiritual interference. Every attempt to remove it hastens the damage." "There has to be another way." "Arden..." "There has to be." He sighed. "I've searched every record preserved in the Spirit Archives. No one has ever survived once the poison reaches this stage." I closed the link before he could say anything else. I refused to believe that. Elana's fingers searched weakly across the mattress until they found my hand.

Yale laughed, “She definitely is odd, but like you said, maybe she is the key.” Clay nodded and tapped the wine bottle against the log, “Maybe so. Either way, when she told me supernaturals (as she called them) were not known in her timeline, that scared me. I know we will all die one day, but that made death more real, more apparent. We need her help, I think.” Yale sighed, “I think you are right. Are you going to tell her?” Clay thought about it. He wouldn’t even know where to begin. He wasn’t even sure Jenna felt the pull like he did.

He looked up with a frown when Claire held her hands out to take him. "I'll get him cleaned up and checked over, look, Monika is here with the next one," Claire said, laughing as the scowl on Damon face turned to a look of excitement. She practically had to pry the boy from his arms as his head whipped back and forth between the boy in his own arms and the baby Monika was holding. She took hold of Cahya as Monika replaced him with the next baby and carried him back around the curtain. "Um, Clary... you er... you might want to have a look before you close him up" she said with a grin when she saw Clary preparing to close her sister up, magic already dancing on her fingertips.

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