Walking Dead Clara Novels & Stories

A clear marking of territory. Victor's smile didn't waver, but something dangerous flickered in his eyes. "Of course. Another time, then." As he walked away, Clara turned to me. "Interesting man." "Dangerous," I corrected. "Very dangerous." Her laugh was soft, knowing. "Aren't we all?" I pulled her closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Some more than others, my love." What Victor Volkov didn't know – what no one knew – was that Clara was far more than she appeared. And I would protect her from every shadow, every threat.

The only sounds were the slow drip of water somewhere in the darkness and the ragged sound of my own breathing. I was still sitting there in the same position, numb and dazed, when I finally heard footsteps. Clara appeared at the bottom, looking pristine and untouched by any of this horror. She stopped a few feet from the cell, arms crossed, and stared at me holding Peanuts’ cold body. For a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then she let out a soft, almost pitying sigh. “Pathetic,” she whispered quietly. “All of this… over a stupid dog.”

Clara was chased by two unknown people. In her attempt to run away from the two strangers, she fell and hit her head against the sidewalk railing causing her to pass out. She woke up in Ragnor's mansion and after a short conversation, she slept off and woke up wearing pyjamas and on a bed. Clara got down from the bed yawning and stretching. She found a glass of water and medication on the bedside table with clear instructions 'eat me, 'drink me'.

One Friday evening, after finalizing a small project proposal with a client, Jade suggested we celebrate with beef hotpot. We just drove to the entrance of the creative park when a figure suddenly burst out from the bushes by the roadside and stepped directly in front of the car. The moment I looked up and recognized the person standing there, it felt as though all the blood in my body froze and flowed backward. Clara. She grew painfully thin. Her once carefully styled curls now hung limp and lifeless against her cheeks. Her eyes were sunken, bloodshot veins spreading through them as she stared straight at me inside the car.

he said, “You are the rebellion.” Clara entered our war room the next morning with blood on her face. She’d been attacked. Two of her surveillance drones wiped out in transit. The third sent back a single, glitching frame. A face. My face. But not me. Colder. Sharper. Eyes that didn’t blink. Lips that didn’t smile. Hair like a black flame. “She’s already in Manhattan,” Clara said. “She’s not hiding,” Lucien added. “She wants Ivy to see her coming.”

Instead, he shouted his answer while closing his eyes. “Killing?” I asked myself. I rushed inside the territory until I smelled some blood mixed with Clara’s scent. I followed the scent and saw countless werewolves on the ground bleeding, while Clara was standing in the middle choking someone while lifting the werewolf in the air. Blood splattered all over Clara’s dress, and in the blink of an eye, she snapped the neck of the werewolf that she was choking. “My Queen,” I hesitantly called. Clara turned to me and looked uninterested. “What? Is it wrong to kill some rogues? Especially when they infiltrated one of my territories?” Clara asked calmly, and she looked at me with a confused expressi

I started walking. I continued to sob as I walked. Just when my knees were tired of walking, I looked up. And my knees gave out from under me. There, on the largest tree. Hangs the lifeless body of Rose. Blood dripped from the many wounds on her body. My loud sobs eventually lured Melissa to me. "Clara!!!" Her voice reached me before she did. Seeing me on my knees, she ran up to me and kneeled beside me "What happened Clara? Why are you crying?" She asked caressing my face.

Clara kept weeping and screaming, forgetting the child. "I think you need to get someone's help with a higher authority." I suggested. Clara kept quiet and looked at me for a while. She was beginning to get sense with what I was saying. "I know who, I just hope the person helps me." She voiced out. "The person will." I assured her even when I had no idea who was going to help her. ********************** CLARA'S POV I got shocking news that could take my life along with it. I rushed to meet Flora who was wailing in front of the house. I refused to accept that what she said on the phone was true and she was being serious about this.

“I will have turned the gun on myself long before then. I have nothing more to live for.” As her terrible words sank in, the woman seemingly reached a decision and gave her hair another savage tug, dragging her to the front of the abandoned building and into the circle of weak yellow light spilling through the front door. Then she slung Brea in front of her and pressed the gun to her temple. Brea’s heart revved uncontrollably. Fear made her body tremble and her legs unsteady. God, please don’t let it end like this… “Walker!” Clara called into the darkness. “If you want your woman to live, come toward me, toss down your weapons, and surrender.”

feel his eyes on me. I gulped down my drink to ease my unease. Leon’s POV. I heeded as they rowed between themselves about who clara looks like out. Lila does n’t take to new people generally, well, not this quick. clara’s come and turned my life upside down. I ca n’t concentrate on anything. My mind seems consumed by her. I detest not feeling in control and that is what she makes me feel like. I could n’t stop looking at her when she was talking to Lila in the hallway. She looked like she was in pain indeed though she was smiling at my son, her eyes were breathless, and I just wanted to take it all down for her. clara's laugh broke me from my reverie . I smelled in a breath, and my incline