Big Meaty Claws Novels & Stories

In a slow, delicate move, I slide my gigantic tongue from between huge jaws and slide it up along Beck's cheek. "Tag, you're it," I say and bring up my arm in a classic uppercut connecting solidly with his jaw. Beck flies out of his chair and I follow with a five-foot jump from the table to floor landing between his splayed thighs. I lift my now-bare foot, which is more than double the size of my human foot, hairy, and sporting claws that I'm unaccustomed to. I lift the top of my foot and lower it onto Beck's crotch adding just enough pressure to make his eyes grow larger. "Do you have more questions?" I ask. The drool that slides out with the words is gross, but if I try to wipe it away, I'

“Well, the answer is in front of you. Examine it for the limited time you have. But believe me, whatever you see here will never leave this place!” I leap at no one in particular and accomplish to pin down three men with my big body and long limbs. Without any form of remorse, I violently swing my claws against their skin and flesh, ripping them apart and staining them with their blood. The others scamper to their feet in an attempt for survival, which I won’t allow them to have!

I ran and fought. Claws on fur. Flesh tearing. Blood splattering. Another rogue got in my way. A big one, brown fur, yellow teeth. Putrid smell. We clashed. How dare he? Where did he get the guts to keep me from what's mine? I took him down and clawed his belly. I spilled those guts on the ground. He had no use for them.

In a slow, delicate move, I slide my gigantic tongue from between huge jaws and slide it up along Beck's cheek. "Tag, you're it," I say and bring up my arm in a classic uppercut connecting solidly with his jaw. Beck flies out of his chair and I follow with a five-foot jump from the table to floor landing between his splayed thighs. I lift my now-bare foot, which is more than double the size of my human foot, hairy, and sporting claws that I'm unaccustomed to. I lift the top of my foot and lower it onto Beck's crotch adding just enough pressure to make his eyes grow larger. "Do you have more questions?" I ask. The drool that slides out with the words is gross, but if I try to wipe it away, I'

I passed out. "The Claw doesn't have any librarian."

His hands transformed into massive paws lined with long, curved claws of dark steel, and his golden eyes burned with the unadulterated fury of a predator that had just been unleashed from a cage. With a single, explosive heave of his shoulders, Klaus shattered the three iron pikes holding him down, the metal shafts snapping into kindling like cheap twigs. He lunged upward from the dirt, his massive claws sweeping through the air in a brutal, horizontal arc. The front captain didn't even have time to raise his obsidian shield; Klaus’s claws sliced cleanly through the heavy iron plate armor, sending the man flying across the square until he slammed violently into the stone foundation of the nu

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

She thought I was nothing. Jane—no, Talia—smirked from the steps, admiring the execution. “Well,” Chloe said, looking over the crowd with supreme confidence. “I’ve shown my bloodline’s worth. Does anyone else from the lower territories want to come up and test their hand against the high script?” The room remained silent. Chloe’s eyes didn't leave my face. “Dr. Mercer? Why don't you show us what the West Coast wolves are made of?”

The beast hit the ground with a bone-crunching thud, twisting to snap at me. I didn’t flinch. Claws burst from my fingertips, sliding out like they’d always belonged there, and I drove them deep. Hot blood sprayed across my arms. The rogue let out a strangled snarl, convulsed once, and went still. Silence swallowed me for a beat. My breath tore in and out of my lungs, harsh and ragged. I stared at my hands—at the claws slick with crimson, the strength humming under my skin like a living thing.

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m