Big Meaty Claws Novels & Stories

The shadows clung to us and I felt like a demon, my red eyes reflecting into theirs before the lights being snuffed out. Finally, I had caught the attention of the one who seemed to be calling the shots. He held the other back as he stepped forward. His build reminded me a lot of Drake. Big just to be big but I knew the power behind being that big. I’d been on the receiving end of it too often on the mat. Now I was getting excited. Tossing away my tire iron, I rolled my shoulders and brought up my hands. I shifted them into my claws but everything else I kept human.

If my mate thought that a vertical cliff would keep me from her, she is sorely mistaken. I slam my claws into the side of the mountain. It’s slow going, I’m basically scaling a wall with claws instead of carabiners. My feet have claws, but they are not as long as the claws on my hands, so while I can use my feet to hold me steady, I can’t use them to climb. So, I pull myself up, using my upper body, then slam my free claws into the mountain before pulling myself up. Claw, pull, repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

If it was somebody else they wouldn't have found anything amusing about these dangerous varmints. He didn't find them too amusing for long, for one of the snakes launched itself towards him its fangs exposed ready to take a bite. He was quick enough to dodge its attack and grabbed its tail before throwing it away as if he a was hurling a harmless stick. Thereby scaring some squirrels nearby who scattered about leaving the odd man alone. Feeling quite dejected he picked up his pace and returned home just in time when Cheng Min was starting to prepare their meal. She was busy on the stove, and did not notice his return.

Why am I letting this happen? Forcing my hands to stretch out forth, I tightly gripped the rock I have first come across. Preventing myself to slip and fall down to those deadly rocks. As soon as I got the firmest clasp, a dusky fur stepped on my only hand that had managed to stick. His large sharpened claws were out, aiming at my flesh.

Collaring his neck with both hands after pulling out the claws, he dropped to his knees and then fell on his stomach. The blade-sharp claws were poisonous, one of Anthony's strategies for winning a fight. His opponents dodged his eyes and the poisonous claws because they were among the deadliest parts of his beast. Only ancient creatures survived them, though it weakened them for a minute or less. The claws were like death for young hybrids like Corey.

As the dragon claw moved slightly, Zephyr Khan only felt a gust of creepy air surging rapidly in front of him. The dragon claw was like the sky. The next moment, Zephyr Khan would be caught. "Meow..." Just as the flood dragon was about to succeed, an unpleasant cry came out. Hum The dragon claw seemed to have been frozen and violently stopped less than three feet in front of Zephyr Khan. Swoosh Two cat claws slowly stretched out from the storage ring of Zephyr Khan. Then, a palm-sized spherical creature climbed out angrily. It was Meat Bun. At this time, the Meat Bun and the cute cat's face were full of anger, and a pair of cat's eyes was full of anger.

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.