Big Meaty Claws Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And those eyes, still locked onto me, were filled with a feral intelligence that seemed to mock me, daring me to try to stop it. It charged, its heavy footsteps shaking the ground. I braced myself, feeling the familiar surge of strength as my claws extended and my senses sharpened. This thing might be stronger, but I was faster. I ducked, rolling out of the way as its claws scraped the metal wall, leaving deep gashes in the steel.

I whisper as my eyes take in the monster named Mangog. His skin is a mixture of red and orange. His massive head has six horns, and his gigantic three-fingered hands have four-inch claws ready to kill. His lips can't close over his fangs, and his tall body is stacked with bulging muscles. My heart immediately begins to pound again. Burk has to fight that! As Burk's name runs through my head, he emerges out from the champion area, looking nothing but calm. His knife is clutched in his hand, and he is approaching the Mangog as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

Their sharp claws slicing through the juicy meat, taking their share of the kill. I look around at all the men eating. I inhale the rich scent of the roasted meat that now fills the forest, causing my stomach to growl out. Lucious looks over at me, hearing my stomach growl out. He stands to his feet and I reluctantly let his still balled fist go. The second his hand leaves mine, I feel this strange emptiness, missing the feeling of the tingles from our skin making contact. I watch Lucious walk over to one of the roasted deer. He extends his sharp claws and slices away a thick piece of meat, before coming back over to me.

Blood. Testosterone in the air. People growling like they were about to shift and eat each other. I’m not even exaggerating. One guy cracked his neck so hard I think he popped a blood vessel. Someone else spat on the ground like we were in a Western. Someone else had claws out. Claws. Out. And then there was me.

“Send them looking for me? Call an ambulance when you crashed the car in the first place? You left me to—worse than die.” A long, heavy silence descended on the room. Clayton’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Drew lifted his hands, spreading his fingers to show them the gleaming, razor-sharp length of his claws. “I have ten of these,” he said, his voice so calm and even and deadly that I grabbed him by the arm, my breath catching. Oh, shit. “You have a lot more than ten internal organs between you. I’ll have to double up. You better fucking pray I get bored and do it quickly instead of slowly.”

But he was fast to pounce towards me with a savage growl, his claws extended, ready to tear me apart. With fast reflexes, I sidestepped his attack, barely avoiding his deadly claws. "My turn," I struck at his exposed flank, aiming for a critical spot. My claws connected with his flesh, drawing blood and eliciting a roar of pain from him. The force of the impact caused him to stumble, momentarily losing his balance. But as the formidable adversary that he was, he regained his footing swiftly and fought back with renewed fury. He was fast and his claws slashed my stomach, leaving a deep gash that seared me with pain. I gritted my teeth. He was no longer taking me as a weak opponent.

Her eyes locked on Kaelen. He was bigger, heavier, built for crushing blows — the kind of fighter who ended battles with one strike. His claws gleamed, and when he shifted, his bones cracked loud in the silence, body swelling into the brutal half-form, jaws snapping once as though to test the air. The crowd roared approval.

He kisses her upper thigh and moves his fingers over her clit. "Let's find your g-spot" and draws a circle on her clit with his thumb. He continues to draw circles making Daisy a moaning mess. She was digging her nails into his shoulders and gasping out loud when he enters two fingers inside her. Her knees were going weak, making her unable to stand anymore. But Magnus was determined to find what he was searching. He stops circling his thumb on her clit and pushes his wet soaking thumb up her ass making her scream and moan Magnus's name.