Blood Claws Novels & Stories

He releases a frustrated breath “What about the texture? And the color, how does it feel against your skin, remember when you fought Tiana, it dug into your skin, soaked with your blood. Over your mortal hands.” I remember the weight, they felt sensitive but strong, like I could cut through metal if I wanted to. “Open your eyes” his voice comes, low. I open slowly and almost yelped back at the sight of my hands. Short black claws lengthen over my fingers but they looked deadly sharp. Zayne wraps one hand around my wrist bringing it closer to him, he presses his thumb to the tip of one claw, and a drop of blood immediately beads. “What are you doing?” I shriek as I pull my finger away.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Xavier's eyes staring deep in my soul stirred my wolf as it does and I caught it right on time. Forcing my claws to grow was harder than I thought. The pain was white-hot and ugly, but the claws came, short and sharp and mine. I've only tried when I was younger and I blacked out for a whole day. This better do something. When Celene drove forward for another blow, I twisted, caught her momentum, and dragged my claws across the soft meat of her side and down her ribs in one vicious, controlled arc. I screamed in victory. She screamed in shock and pain.

" She was unaware of Blake sitting across from her blood dripping from the corners of his mouth cause his fangs had pierced his tongue when he had snapped it closed when the hostess had looked his way Blake couldn't risk moving right now cause he would probably take the seat with him his claws where so deeply imbeded in it at this point. His eyes were charged and all he could see was red right now. He felt the pull at his senses as Carson knocked him in the shoulder. He moved and had it been anyone but Carson there would of been murder on his head for real as his claws sank into flesh. Calm the fuck down man I was in the tub with Camron and suddenly all I felt was your rage. He dared to take

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.

Its growl grew into a tiny whimper. He pulled his claws out of its chest, only to ram it into its gut with so much force, he pulled out its stomach, “You will never, hurt another woman again.” Caleb grunted. He dug his claws straight into the Weres chest once again, and this time, its heart was ripped out. As he watched the life fade from its eyes, he felt an odd sense of relief.

Every atom focused solely on reaching Zoya through the wall of bodies intent on halting my fury. Somehow I succeeded in carving a path of crimson ruin as my nails morphed into dagger-like claws capable of disemboweling two men simultaneously. Zoya's smug expression flickered towards surprise then annoyance as I drew within striking distance, spattered in red and white oblivion. When I leapt for her with a feral scream she sidestepped my wild blow almost lazily. My claw tips just grazed her pale cheek, drawing twin beads of black blood before momentum carried me crashing into stone.

Not from magic. From Kael’s claws exploding through his hands as he lunged for me.

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The rogue's claws scratch at my neck, drawing thin streaks of blood, and I hiss in apprehension, ready to retaliate. My blade glints wickedly as I slash at the canine twice at the neck, then deliver a deathly stab to its vulnerable heart. I can't help but flinch slightly when I hear its fury as it howls out in pain while great torrents of blood spurt out of its wounds forcefully.

His face turned red, and his eyes held a piercing gaze. Dicken raised and froze his webbed claw in an attacking position, slowly clenching them into a fist. I heard the snapping sound of his bones as he clenched his webbed claws. Blue blood dripped between his pale webbed claws into the water. Though the dripping sounded light, it agonized me.