Big Meaty Claws Novels & Stories

I charged at him with a dagger aimed at his face, he was quick to dodge it, skillfully disarming me and tossing the dagger aside. He tried to embrace me in one of his signature ' Death hugs '. I slipped out of his hold, sweeping his feet with a kick. He staggered, giving me enough time to hold my retracted claws to his throat. Yup! You heard me right. I got some cool, retractable claws on my bionic arm, courtesy of Ms. Claire. Bless her for this upgrade because I'm definitely loving it. Mark smiled, looking down at my stomach. I looked down to see that he also had his claws out, ready to rip out my intestines. Damn it!

As they were too protected, like a national first protected animal, free from being tainted with the monsters claws That they had now recognized as a very disgusting claws that held a lot of sins for the humans As they doesn’t know how many humans already was killed by this disgusting claws When they opened their eyes to look, their breathing had hitched for a second as they again closes their eyes to what they just saw but then opened their eyes again to look at the monsters whom had stopped and was coughing up blood They know that they had the chance to escape now as they struggled to get out from being held by the monster claws The monster grip on them was too strong so it did not mean a

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Seeing them still frozen in place, I thought maybe it didn’t suit their taste, so I held out the half-cooked piece in my hand. "Want it cooked instead?" The three of them flinched violently. "N-No…" Zephyr Noct, the blind priest, suddenly dropped to one knee, his voice dry. "You are the noble Alpha Female. This prey is your trophy. By the rules, we must wait until you have finished eating completely before we are allowed to take what remains." I frowned. "What kind of bullshit rule is that?" Without hesitation, I tossed the meat straight into their arms. They scrambled to catch it, then froze again, unsure what to do.

Mine to wield. Footsteps crunched outside, heavy and deliberate. The flap lifted, and Malachi ducked inside, his massive frame filling the space. Towering over her at nearly seven feet, his body was a map of scars and sinew, black hair tied back to reveal sharp cheekbones and eyes like polished obsidian. He wore only loose pants of hide, his bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat from whatever predawn exertions he'd been about. In his hand, he held a strip of dried meat and a waterskin.

A rogue barely had time to react before Finn ripped into him, tossing his body aside like it was nothing. Clarence wasn’t far behind. His shift was just as violent—clothes tearing, muscles stretching, bones reshaping. Where Finn was massive and commanding, Clarence was a fraction smaller, fast, and ruthless. His chocolate brown wolf tore into the nearest hunter, claws raking through flesh before his fangs snapped around the man’s throat.

He stepped back and away from me, flashing me a small smile before he started breathing heavily. A sudden black mist began to surround him, his red eyes glowing faintly as he growled softly. The fog grew as his silhouette changed in size and shape, making my eyes widen once I realized what I was witnessing. Within a few more seconds I was standing in the presence of a massive, black scale covered dragon. It growled as the men in the clearing all froze, their eyes narrowing as they turned to face the direction of the sound.

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

"Marcus mentioned you are from the Northcrest territory. I have heard your pack produces the finest trackers in the entire continent. Is that true?" My grip tightened involuntarily on the delicate flute. Marcus—not the dead heir whose body my father had supposedly desecrated, but his younger cousin who had inherited both the name and the insufferable arrogance. "We do pride ourselves on our hunting skills. My father was considered one of the best before he passed." "How tragic. My condolences." He did not sound remotely sorry. "Perhaps you would honor me with a dance? I would love to hear more about the northern territories." "But of course." I flashed him a smile that promised absolutely no