Black Cat Claws Novels & Stories

"Sticking your claws out, little witch?" Black, pointed nails replaced the previously clean, uniform nails of the demon. "I think I want to play a little, too."

I developed claws and cut the rogue next to me in the throat. He hit the floor and started to tremble till he ran out of breath. As soon as his breath left him, he stopped moving. "You never know who's going to be next," I said as I walked by them. I was still walking, my claws growing longer. I paused midway through the man and plunged my claws into his heart. I twisted it and dragged it out of his chest while he cried out for help. "Tada!" I remarked, pacing back and forth between them. "Who's next?"They all started to get scared, but they remained silent.

Begging to be filled. “I need you,” he growled, kissing me again. No argument here! I had no idea what these sparks were, but I was loving them! Feeling my own need rise, I clawed at his shirt, wanting it off. I grabbed the hem, but the fucker wasn’t moving as fast as I wanted. Frustrated, I clawed at the front and--- and gasped, when the fabric ripped. Not only that but there were claw marks flashing across his chest, turning red and angry. “Shit!” I gasped, looking at my hands--- and gaped, when I saw claws sticking out of my fingertips. What. The. Hell?! Why was I growling claws? Nobody told me I could grow claws!

Because what she presented violated the rules set for humans and aroused the fury of werewolves. The live broadcast erupted in chaos, fuelled by rage. An eerie sensation slithered down my spine while adrenaline surged through my bloodstream because I fucking loved it. Five perfectly sharpened blades that resembled claws, only thinner and more lethal. “What is this?” I questioned, ignoring the mayhem behind me. “These are tiger claws that I’ve created, it is set to enhance a wolf’s power and strength during their transformation state.”

Its fingers have these long, curved claws that are oozing something black. Something in me tells me the beast is about to lunge, and it doesn't look like it will give way for a conversation with the rage I see in his eyes. I shift immediately, seeing it's about to slam its claw into Lyric who is now frozen in place looking at it in awe. I hit the beast with a force I myself don't know where it came from and it knocks it into a tree, but it gets back up almost immediately.

Down at my hands which were a deathly gray, with thin black veins running up my arm. My fingernails had grown into sharp greyish claws that looked almost devilish. And the ground below my hands... It had been green with grass before. Now, the grass was dead. Withered and rotted so completely that they were black, leaning sadly against the ground. I gasped in shock, and pulled my hands away. The grass remained dead. When I reached out a clawed finger and touched it, it crumbled to ash. "What the fuck," Barry whispered.

a strange sound cut her off and stopped me in my tracks, long enough for the rogue's claws to dig into my ribs and my blood poured in rivulets. The roar stopped every other movement except the blood pouring from my side. And the wolf the colour of night leaping through the gates of Iron Claw, with rage in his eyes. No, not yellow, the proof of feralness. But black. "Caden?"

Her hand underwent a jagged, partial shift—nails exploding into five silver, razor-sharp wolf claws. "Damn it!" she shrieked. She brought the claws up, aiming straight for the pulse point on her own wrist. "Vivian!" Mortimer didn't have time to think. He lunged, his bare hand clamping over the lethal claws just as they swung down. The sound of metal-hard bone slicing through skin was a dull, wet thud. Deep, crimson blood sprayed across the floor, soaking the wolf-claws and dripping through Mortimer's fingers in heavy, rhythmic beats. It bloomed across the white carpet like a sick joke.

No scent nearby, no movement either—just people walking normally beneath the afternoon sun. “What the hell…” Then I noticed something lying near the curb where he'd been standing. A folded piece of black paper. I approached cautiously before picking it up. The moment my fingers touched it, my stomach dropped. A claw symbol had been drawn across the front in dark silver ink. Black Claw. Inside was only a single sentence. The blood remembers. A chill crawled slowly down my spine. My phone rang suddenly. I nearly jumped. Lynx. I answered immediately. “What?” There was a pause on the other end.

Aura’s pov The indescribable pain was cursing through my blood vessels. They said that your first shift is always hard and painful but this is way too painful then I have ever thought. The bones were arranged in a different skeleton and the skin grew furry hair on my body. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my white claws instead of hands and sharp talons instead of nails. The she-wolf, who was fighting with me earlier, shifted quickly to fight with me. I was new to this power but I knew that I could take her down. I could sense her moves and dodged them easily.