Walking Dead Clara Novels & Stories

Why does she appear to recognize the voice, too? "OMG! What's going on with me? I'm losing my mind! I'm losing my mind!" Claire keeps saying to herself. Jacob took a deep breath while Claire was making a dramatic response—she was on the tile floor and was already sobbing. Jacob observed the soul-sucker pacing the woman's home. He simply couldn't comprehend why the soul sucker was loitering outside Claire's home when he was aware that he couldn't get inside. If they weren't invited, vampires couldn't enter another person's home.

The tournament was coming to a close. Clara watched the werewolves go by, and she said faintly, “Is this what the Dark Shade pack does for fun? Watch werewolves kill each other for hours on end?” While I enjoyed hearing the warm tones of her voice, Clara sounded very weak. I knew that she must have overestimated her ability to recover. Her face was pale, and her breathing was labored. All of us noticed. Felix looked at her in alarm, and my brother watched her in curiosity.

Clara’s POV Ethan guarded Ella and me as the unknown armed men started shooting bullets into the air to scare us. The chaos was ear-shattering, the air thick with tension and fear. In the midst of the scuffle, I caught sight of a familiar face—one of Vanessa’s old partners who I saw the last time we were kidnapped. Definitely, they had found us. “Go, Clara!” Ethan yelled as he pushed me towards the back door. I could sense worries and fears in his voice.

When Yubkin stopped moving Tessa threw his lifeless body across the room before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Okay, is it bad that his blood taste so damn good? Will I need to check for any transmitted diseases? And why the hell didn't you stop me?" There was no panic in her voice, only a clear annoyance. "All human blood will taste good. No, you won't need to check for any disease. We're immortal beings. And the man hurt you, it's your right to want to finish him off." "Oh...okay," she let the matter go easily and was at my side in mere seconds.

She leaned forward and kicked Lucas in the right spot—the same place she had kicked before. Lucas cursed and pushed her away quickly. Once again, Clara made good use of the opportunity. She pressed the button next to the door and ran out, leaving Lucas shouting and cursing behind. She didn’t fucking care about what happened to him. The only thing on her mind was to find a taxi quickly and go home with Anthony before they worried and started searching for her in the heavy rain. Not many people visited the cemetery during the rainy season, so there weren't many cars parked there. Clara found Elena opening the car window and waving at her. She rushed into the car—ignoring Lucas and all the mess

I blurted out in refusal. She blinked, holding my hands, “Even if she doesn't die, you will have to fight at some point. Look what happened today after fighting one dark walker, she got severely injured. What do you think will happen next time? Especially if it's two or more? And trust me those things are a lot.” she stated calmly. “What happens if Mrs. Hunter dies?” I asked, still verifying the situation. Clara’s face turned sour, “Melonie…” “Just tell me!” I pestered.

She knew she had to do it quickly because Zara might get out of her life forever. Her eyes popped open, teary. She lay there on the cold cemented floor, her body racking with sobs. Willing herself to rise to a sitting position, a wave of dizziness washed over her and she flopped back onto the floor. "Clara. Clara, please," Zara's voice was weak and far off, yet it seared the heart of Clara. Clara struggled to get to her feet, eyes scanning desperately around the warehouse. And then, to her horrified dismay, she was able to make out Zara, still looking down toward the floor, her leg in a gush of blood.

Was Clara somewhere in this night scene? Clara had been haunting him like a nightmare, constantly filling his thoughts. Wilson thought he should have been the winner, but why? Why the unhappiness? His chest hurt whenever he thought of her. Maybe finding her was the only way to stop this strange feeling. 'Find her,' Wilson thought to himself. This time, he would completely erase her from his heart, once and for all! *** The next day, Clint, the driver working for the Valor family, drove Serenity to the small town. Dressed in a black dress, Serenity walked into the Walker residence.

He had it with him. Oh God. He’s going to think I didn’t show up. Or worse. “Finally awake?” The voice cut through the stillness like glass under bare feet. I looked up. The door creaked open… and in walked the last person I ever expected to see. Clara. Alive. Smiling. But it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was the kind wolves give before they rip into something soft. She didn’t look like a girl who had disappeared. She didn’t look like someone barely holding on.

Wherever she was, it was very white. Where was she? Who even was she? Clara. She blinked. Her name was Clara Kennedy and she had died wishing she could get revenge on her tormenters. Then she had made a contract with a demon when she was in purgatory. She could remember that the contract had something to do with her desire for revenge. Clara glanced down at herself. Her wrists were bandaged up and there was an IV halfway up her arm. The bed she was lying on looked like a hospital bed. Her ears started to pick up on noise nearby and she could hear a distant conversation outside the door about blood pressure.