Big Meaty Claws Novels & Stories

While he was coughing he noticed something odd about his hands. "The hell?" He said as he brought his hand up from the dark forest ground to face the light of the moon. Claude looked at his hands in shock noticing he no longer had normal fingernails. He now had incredibly sharp claws that were around three inches long. ARRP! Claude was startled out of his daze when he heard one of the wolves Yelp in pain. The pained noise struck a nerve in him that had him on his feet and running towards the buck. As he got closer to the buck his fingers started to ache and his gums started to itch.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

Woke something up. Heat bloomed behind her eyes. Her muscles surged, tendons popping. She stumbled, caught herself, and when she looked at her hands— Claws. Small, curved, glinting black in the sun. The rogue charged again. She moved faster this time. She dodged the next blow, spun, and raked her claws across his ribs. Blood splattered. He howled, more animal than man now. His jaw cracked wider, bones shifting under stretched flesh. Behind her, Asher and Bran were locked in a brutal rhythm—Asher was half-shifted, teeth bared, fur across his back. Bran had him by the throat, but Asher twisted and sank his claws into Bran’s thigh, tearing muscle.

The male doesn't even realize he's doing it, getting comfortable with us. Ransom finishes tightening the final bracket and steps back from the workbench. “There.” He wipes soot from his hands and motions me forward. “Come on. Let's see if these fit.” I move toward him looking at his work up close. The claw blades are impressive. Curved steel extensions designed to fit over a shifter's natural claws. I didn't know what to expect but it wasn't this. The style will fit seamlessly into our style and fighting techniques making it each to incorporate our new advantage into what we already know.

I said and Clara giggled. "Maybe he changed for you but for me he still remains who he is but everyone like he thought being a talented guy." Clara said and shove in some large quantity of popcorn. Joan and stasha scoffed. "I'm sure even though ray is gonna like everyone, he will surely except you else he might empty his entire account catering for your feeding Mrs balut." Joan teased and stasha burst out laughing. Clara swat his palm across Joan's arm. "Aissh that's hurt..." Joan whined,

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw POV “Take it back right now, Damon, or I will dump this entire bowl of stew on your head!” I yell, my face burning up. My hands shake as I grip the heavy tray, the smell of roasted meat and gravy hitting my nose. I am panting, my chest rising and falling fast under my tight tunic. Being a plus-size, chubby wolf in the Lovegrove Moonclaw Pack means I already take up space, but right now, I feel like a giant target.

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

Instead of nails, claws appeared on the hands, each five centimeters long. It seemed to John that he heard a crunch, but no... It didn't seem to him, it actually happened! The joints of this man... no, Black didn't dare to call him a man! There was something in front of him now! Not yet a beast, but no longer a man.

The edges were as sharp as a knife that can cut through anything. I marveled at their elegance as examined them more. The claws curved gracefully, resembling the talons of some mystical creature from a fantastical realm. Their beauty was captivating, almost hypnotic, and it was impossible to tear my gaze away from them. The contrast between the silvery-blue claws and my own skin made them even more striking. It was as if I had acquired a piece of the night sky itself, crystallized into this exquisite form.

He was done. The remaining Hellhounds took off as soon as they saw my victory. They retreated, not wanting to remain in the presence of the Beast. I was an animal, wild, and savage . . . ready to slaughter whoever stood between me and my family. Gia was mine. I made my point loud and clear, tearing Claw's throat out like a blood-thirsty carnivore. A final tug was all I needed to get me a mouthful of the backstabbing traitor. Claw slumped to the ground, bleeding out onto the parking lot. The dusty rubble drank greedily, feasting on his blood. I spat out the pound of flesh and reared my head in a fearsome roar, the echo reverberating around the roadside and beyond for all to hear. Gia is Mine.