Black Cat Claws Novels & Stories

His eyes were swimming with unshed tears. I shook my head, wondering how best to approach his mental health, which was obviously deteriorating. “Dad–” “Watch.” He put his hand on top of mine, and his fingernails were no longer there. In their place were long, thick, black claws. He wiggled his long bony fingers, and the claws gently scraped my skin. I opened and closed my mouth, too frightened to speak. I’d all but stopped breathing. It was even more alarming when I watched his claws retract. The smooth, short-cut nails that were always slightly dirty from his work were now reaching for his coffee cup.

He releases a frustrated breath “What about the texture? And the color, how does it feel against your skin, remember when you fought Tiana, it dug into your skin, soaked with your blood. Over your mortal hands.” I remember the weight, they felt sensitive but strong, like I could cut through metal if I wanted to. “Open your eyes” his voice comes, low. I open slowly and almost yelped back at the sight of my hands. Short black claws lengthen over my fingers but they looked deadly sharp. Zayne wraps one hand around my wrist bringing it closer to him, he presses his thumb to the tip of one claw, and a drop of blood immediately beads. “What are you doing?” I shriek as I pull my finger away.

Wolfs heal from most things even wolfbane, but not silver or if a part of the body is removed. “Any other of your claws that are like this one?” I ask and she shakes her head tears running over her face and blood coming from her finger. “Any other claws Danielle?” I ask in my king’s voice, knowing she can’t lie if I do. She tries to shake her head but her other hand is raised to me with a pointed claw already out. I snarl at her and remove it from her hand as well. Earning another painful scream.

Five long blade-sharp claws stabbed into his neck. Like a knocked-over opened bottle, blood rushed out of the wounds the claws made, flowing down his torso and soaking his robe. Groaning, choking, and retching sounds poured out of him. His breath was strained and labored, inhalation getting loud in his throat. One by one, he pulled the claws out, shivering. His veins and arteries started blackening, and his eyes turned into total darkness. Collaring his neck with both hands after pulling out the claws, he dropped to his knees and then fell on his stomach.

I curiously muttered back before I picked up one of the claws from Nathan's hand. "Werewolf claws." Out of curiosity, we dropped the flashlight on the wheel that got wrecked and were stunned and dumbfounded after seeing the claw marks that marked not just the wheel but the body part of the car. That was the reason those claws were also removed from the hands of whoever attacked us. I immediately shifted the colour of my eyes when I heard a rustling sound from the distance behind us. "Why? What is it?" Roger and Malia slid at the back to check what happened to the wheel.

How could he want someone so forbidden to him this much? What was happening to him? His breaths became heavy. He felt his heart begin to slam against his chest. All of a sudden, he felt claws threaten to tear out of his fingers. He looked down at his hands in horror. It was dark but everywhere suddenly looked bright. He was seeing all too clearly. His fingers trembled as he examined the black sharp wolf-like claws. He felt different. Strangely, his claws began to recede back in a rewind motion. He was horrified.

declared Bianca angrily. She put her hands against Black's shoulders to push him back, but she had to realize that her efforts were perfectly useless quickly. She took a dry breath and heard the sound of her clothes slowly tearing apart. She glanced down and saw monstrous claws protruding from Black's fingers. They were so sharp that the material of her clothes offered no resistance. She kept her mouth wide open as she watched him discard the underwear she had put on earlier, turning the lace and satin to shreds. "Oh wow! If you're forcing me to wear underwear to destroy it afterward, that's absurd!"

The eerie symphony of skittering claws against stone reverberated, amplifying the surreal nature of the encounter. As the horde closed in, I felt the adrenaline surge through my veins. With a swift motion, I unsheathed my claws, the metallic gleam juxtaposed against the dim surroundings. The first rat lunged, teeth bared, and I met its onslaught with a graceful sidestep. The clash began, a dance of feral instincts in the murky underbelly of the city.

MALAKI I didn’t hesitate. I dropped into a crouch in front of Kael and caught his chin, forcing his face up. His skin was clammy beneath my fingers. Each breath he took rattled in his chest, uneven and shallow, blood seeping into the dirt beneath him like a dark stain the earth was eager to swallow. My hand shifted midair. Bone snapped. Skin stretched. Pain rippled up my arm as claws tore free, long and glinting, silvered by the moonlight above us.