Black Cat Claws Novels & Stories

And their hands were also not intact. They painfully dropped a few pieces of broken flesh, sometimes revealing a white bone. They had very long fingernails, or should she call them claws, were very long, somewhat curved. The claws gleamed with a slimy, pale green layer, like the liquid beneath the black swamp, constantly giving off a fishy smell.

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

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.

Get your hands off me!" I shoved Caleb’s chest. Hard. He hit the reinforced headboard with a crack that sounded like a dry branch snapping. I didn't care. My vision was a jagged landscape of silver and white. Every pulse of my heart sent a wave of liquid fire through my veins, a metallic itch that made me want to peel my own skin off. My claws—black, curved, and dripping with a grey, viscous fluid—dug into the silk sheets, shredding them into confetti.

At this moment,the lackey with the cat like claw stomped on the ground viciously, causing cracks to spread out across the ground. His hands took the form of a cat claw, and his veins could be seen popping out across the back of his hands and indeed it was a horrifying sight to behold. After that, he took a step forward showcased his inert abilities and then, he stretched his feet outward and a strong friction was instantly created between his feet and the ground. All of a sudden, he appeared before Diana like a bolt of lightning, his cat iron claw aiming straight at Diana's stomach.

He kept shouting encouragingly. A laugh could be heard and the two blue-haired men looked up at the sky. The unknown demon raised his hand, the longer sleeve exposing it. Godric could see the slender fingers with the long fingernails. He had never seen such a length even in a woman. The fingernails were black and looked almost like long claws, just not curved. Inside, Godric thought every woman would be jealous of this length. But he quickly pushed this thought away, knowing that a demon's claws were sharp and relentless. They were beautiful, but only from a distance.

Breayna explains. Oh, these two are good. They are being so nice and calm. They are not showing any anger or irritation yet. That’s when I notice that both are wearing something over each of their fingers. They look like claws. What the fuck? I turn to ask Xavier and notice that Kade has joined the group. He explains that they have titanium metal claws that can slip over each finger. He says they are incredibly sharp, and the girls keep them that way.

Barnabas nods at me, as Walker looks on. I take a step towards Seven. “You told me previously that I wasn´t strong enough. That I didn´t possess the courage to make tough choices.” “And that´s the truth. You´ve confirmed that time and again.” “It always comes down to the choices we make. I´m making a choice now. I´m going to end you.” I sense a greater power coursing through me. It´s something different. Something dark. Rather than the crimson aura of the Blood Moon, a black energy is enveloping me. I stare at my hands as they transform into my wolf claws, without me having to shift entirely into my wolf form.

And their hands… Dead claws like werewolves in movies.

Cold wind blew sweeping all the ashes away. The demon cried screaming. She regrew her hands by reducing her necks’ lengths. She outstretched her fingers forming them into long and sharp claws. She clawed in the air unleashing multiple black curves in succession. Grip leaped over her head spinning and landed on the ground standing behind her. He dodged her counterattack with just one jump. The concrete wall that the black curves hit cracked and crumbled down the ground in pieces slamming my ass on the floor in shock.