Blood Claws Novels & Stories

There was no dazzling radiance, only lethal penetrating force. Squelch. A dull sound of flesh being pierced rang out. Blood Axe’s hand froze one inch away from Eira’s wrist. The invisible needle drove straight through his palm and emerged from the back of his hand. Holy moonlight purification power exploded violently inside his body. “AAAAH——” Blood Axe let out an inhuman scream. His palm sizzled and churned with thick black smoke. He stumbled backward in agony, and his heavy hood slipped off his head. A face covered in black tattoos came into view. His eyes blazed with the pure scarlet red unique to the Dark Blood Wolf Clan.

I watch as my claws lengthen. I stab Juan in the thighs and drag my claws down to his knees. My claws emit a poison similar to a flesh eating bacteria. It burns like liquid fire as it eats away at your flesh. Juan bucks and flops as best he can. But there is no getting away from it if you don't have the antidote.

Hundreds. They slithered and clawed their way out of the crimson sea, their dead, milk-white eyes fixed on the cliffside above. They didn't carry weapons. Their hands ended in jagged, ossified blades of black bone, and the sound of their claws scraping against the wet shale sounded like a thousand knives being sharpened in the dark. "Jesus Christ," one of the mercenaries whimpered, backing up a step, his finger trembling violently against the trigger of his rifle. "Those aren't men. Those are monsters..."

"I'll expose your facade today and see how long you can keep up this act! Phantom Soul Claw!" Marais roared, summoning a shadowy claw. The crimson apparition stretched three feet long, radiating malevolent energy as it lunged at Chase like a predator claiming its prey. "The strength of an ant can't shake the heavens," Chase replied with disdain. With a wave of his hand, he condensed his energy into a radiant blade and slashed through the air. The spectral claw shattered instantly. The energy blade carried on, striking Marais' neck and carving a deep, bone-revealing wound. Blood gushed forth.

For the pack. He could see the panic that arose in the Minister’s eyes upon hearing the footsteps. Not long after, troops after troops could be seen behind him, looking as intimidating as ever with their bloody state and heavy firearms. The Minister visibly gulped at the sight. And here he thought they were gonna rush to the females and pups. “The White Claw Pack never leaves a fight unfinished,” drawled Axel in a slow, menacing way. “We don’t leave on alive to tell our tales. What happens in the pack stays in the pack.”

He charged, extending his claws to their full length as the bloodlust grew in his eyes. Fuck! He was too damn fast! I clanked the claws of his hand against mine, but his other ones pierced through my stomach. Blood filled my mouth as I felt my insides getting sliced by his primal wickedness. He withdrew his claws, causing another wave of pain to slam against every nerve in my body. The blood loss was making me weaker, but my fury only rose, hardening my muscles and enhancing my senses. I swung my claws, making a long cut across his throat, slicing his flesh along with the leather strap with the red crystal tied to it.

Their speed was extreme, leaving behind afterimages and nearly surpassing the limits of what the naked eye could perceive. They made no unnecessary movements. Their hands formed claws, nails pitch-black and glinting with a cold, eerie light. Accompanied by a shrill screech that tore through space, they clawed toward the spot where Elijah had just been standing. The two black claws struck empty air and raked across the ground, producing a harsh scraping sound. The blue stone slabs were instantly ripped open into two deep grooves, rubble flying everywhere. The stones touched by the claws began to decay and weather at a visible rate, ultimately turning into powder.

Each shift of muscle under that pelt was a landslide, a rolling threat of power contained only by skin. His hands were monstrous—long, muscled limbs ending in terrifying black claws curved like scythes. Claws capable of gutting a horse. Tearing down trees. Ripping through bone. The tips of those claws gleamed wet and dark, as if they’d already tasted a thousand hunts and remembered every single one. His chest heaved, thick with sinew and dark fur. Every inhale rattled through the clearing like a growl dragged through gravel. Frost steamed faintly where his breath hit the frozen air, curling around him like a ghostly cloak before dissipating.

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.

Time seemed to slow as the world held its breath, witnessing the clash between two extraordinary beings. The impact was swift and brutal, a collision of flesh and fury. Selena's razor-sharp claws tore through the layers of Sangre's chest with a sickening sound, leaving behind a visceral mark—a four-fingered imprint of pain and destruction. Blood spurted from the fresh wound, staining the pristine fur and mingling with the air in a crimson haze.