Black Cat Claws Novels & Stories

Forest. Kaelen. His claws are ripping through someone’s chest. His eyes completely black. And his voice.. “Sylavra!”

Her own teeth are sharp; her own hands, brutal. The second time the rogues breach the fence, Elena overtakes them before they reach the dens. Damon is at her side, laughing, covered in so much blood it runs pink along his cheekbones. The rogues snarl and gnash until they realize whose territory this is, and then something like fear stutters through their eyes. No one had ever told them what kind of monsters Black Claw could raise.

He looked down at me and Devon, his eyes glinting purple from under the moonlight like he had found a treasure in a very unexpected place. “What are you two little bunnies doing here?” The Black Claw hissed as his grin turned into a dreadful smile that made me and my brother tremble in fear. My mind was filled with fear, and I couldn’t think of anything but to scream for Dad to save us. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and the next thing I saw was when the Black Claw flew and hit a tree with its back. At first, I thought the impact killed the Black Claw, but when Dad turned his back on him, he stood so fast and slashed Dad’s back with his giant claws.

His hands have now turned black, and I can guess that it was a poison that I must avoid. With super speed, he charged at me, a guttural cry escaping from his lips. He slashed at me with his fingernail, which had now transformed into a long black poisonous claw, and I narrowly ducked in time. He spun back again and gashed at me. This time he was aiming for my throat in an attempt to grab it with his claw, and I quickly blocked it with my palm. He retreated his hand, doubled his attack, and slashed at me, this time with more ferocious speed while he was twisting his claw viciously, using it to aim for different angles.

*Lyra* The hall reeks of blood and traces of wolfsbane smoke. My claws ache, every muscle trembling from the strain, and my lungs burn with every ragged breath I pull in. The stone floor is slick beneath my paws, streaked with blood and clumps of torn fur. The coppery tang of it clings to the air.

I just hope my father did not come back to hurt either of them. I looked back at Alpha Carter with a sudden anxiousness. I had heard many tales of the pain of swearing allegiance. And his earlier warning had only added to my fears. But I nodded in spite of those fears, only for him to offer what was close to a smile. With his cold blue eyes watching me closely, there was a sudden movement of his hand, and my gaze fell to his hands. His claws had elongated from his fingertips, a skill we possess due to our wolves. And Alpha Carter used one of his claws to flick sharply across his wrist, puncturing the skin there, causing blood to seep from his arm.

raw. He had long, sharp, black claws that didn't seem to be retractable like those of the werewolves. Some parts of his body were covered in greenish scales...like a snake. He had some kinda heavy lock clamped around his neck. It was connected to a chain that ran all the way down to a point where it looked like it had been snapped. His eyes were literally gold...like bright golden color. And my goodness, was he built like a tank. Cara instinctively got in front of me in a protective stance, ruining my line of sight..ugh!

Her fingers twisted and elongated into vicious, black claws. It wasn’t a woman. It was one of those disorted Lycan. With a shriek that tore the silence to shreds, it launched itself at him.

Zeta Eli sat on his knees and, with his hand, began measuring the claws that appeared to be a werecat in the dirt. The claws were long and curved like knives, when they moved, they could cut into the dirt with the ease of slicing through butter. His skin was black in color, which easily emerged in the darkness of night, so Zeta Eli could only see his eyes. They were so large that it seemed as if they were looking into his soul. His eyes were dark yellow, like the sun, and there were white dots all around his pupil.