Black Cat Claws Novels & Stories

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.

He was utterly still. The others were all pacing around on all fours, beast-like, their eyes blank. He was slumped against one corner of his enclosure. His head was in shadow and I could tell that his breathing was even. I assumed he was sleeping, but as I got closer to the angled panels, I could see that there was blood oozing out from the soles of his feet. There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly.

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.

The edges were turning black like infection. "That's not possible, I heal from silver bullets, I should heal from this." "Unless the claws that made these wounds weren't normal claws." Hayes swabbed one scratch and put the sample under a microscope. "Miss Russell, when you shifted partially did you feel anything unusual?" Anna stood and came closer. "I didn't fully shift, I just grew claws and fangs, my wolf pushed through but stopped halfway." "And what color were your claws?" "Black, like obsidian, my fingernails turned completely black."

Free food, entry into places with restricted access, less cat calls and lunch plates being hurled at my head. Like I said before, I do enjoy the privilege. I turn on the faucet, washing my hands and when I raise my gaze to the mirror, I scream. Black veins are bleeding out from my eyes. The blue in my eyes are disappearing and turning into pools of darkness. My fingers rise to my cheeks, and rather than my newly manicured nails, I see black claws touching the dark veins. It is nothing like the elegant white claws Sloan has when I shift into her. This is black, feral and murderous.

Dylan yells That’s when multiple things happen at once. Dylan’s large hand wraps around mine. Calum's hands slam on the table and his claws extend and dig into the wood. Dylan growls as his attention is demanded by another person. This person has Dylan’s arm in a vice grip, so tight that blood drips from Dylan’s veins. When I look closer I realized that claws have pierced Dylan’s flesh. Claws.

The body was already blue, cold and those dark eyes that had been so empty were truly lifeless now, staring at me. I lifted his hands up, the strange sight of his claws shocked me. Wolves didn't die with their claws or fangs out, it was almost impossible. Everything shrunk inside when we died. So why were his claws out? I held them up to examine them. They were discolored with death, brownish and turning black but there was still a tinted and colored hue, green just at the tip. What was it. I held it tightly and tore it out. There was no satisfying scream this time, that would have reduced my anger.

Was he dead? Yes, he was. His throat was cut with what looked like sharp claws. Sharper than theirs. Tiana’s eyes traveled further around the room looking for a threat or an escape, but her gaze landed on hands with long, black and sharp reptile like claws. Almost animal like except the hands belonged to a human, they belonged to her husband, Nicklaus. Blood was dripping down his claws and his eyes were red like blood moon. He looked like the Devil in her nightmares, except he didn't have any black horns.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

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.