Blood Claws Novels & Stories

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

My foot connected with his groin, and he doubled over with a scream. But it wasn't enough. "Don't you dare come close to me, or I will rip your cock off." I felt something burning inside me, something primal and wild, and when I looked down at my hands, I saw claws. My claws. I didn't understand, couldn't understand how I had claws, but I didn't have time to think too much because Syra's brother lunged at me. I didn't hesitate. I slashed. I slashed him hard. My claws tore through flesh, and his scream was ear-splitting.

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 scruffy wolf instructed. My heels squeaked across the floor tiles as Claw dragged me outside. Shots were fired, and I screamed loud enough to rattle the skies. Claw’s limbs erupted with coarse brown fur, his sharp nails protruding through his fingertips. He held me face-down in the dirt, powerless to move. Unable to determine if my friends were living or dead. Grief froze my heart with an icy chill of despair. “Hold still,” Claw rasped, his nails shredding through my denim-clad hips as he struggled to undress me. “Where’s the mark?” he muttered, searching my throat for scars and pulling clumps of my hair out.

Claws extend from my fingers, digging into Howard’s neck and filling the room with the intoxicating scent of his blood. Howard’s choking noises fill the quiet room as he struggles to release himself from my grasp. His nails rake against the skin on my arms, drawing blood in every place that he is able to find purchase at. My claws dig deepeer into Howard’s throat, resulting in his eyes bugging out in the most delicious of ways.

Blood sprayed across the glass walls. Kael fought beside me, every strike precise and brutal. We moved in sync, a bond pulling us into the same rhythm, but the Hollow pressed harder. Yes, more, rip them apart. My vision blurred. My hands weren’t just claws; they were shadows, tearing through flesh like mist. A vampire screamed as I shredded it into pieces, my eyes burning white. When silence fell, the floor was slick with blood. I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, claws dripping red.

he said. Kael stood up. "What kind of problem?" "Claw marks. All over the valley walls." "What kind of claws?" Ronan held up his hands. Spread his fingers wide. "Bigger than this. Way bigger." My blood went cold. "How big?" "Bear claws are about four inches. These were eight. Maybe ten." "What makes claws that size?" "Nothing that should be alive." Thunder crashed again. The baby's glow flared brighter. "It's connected," I said.

I drag my claw from her hairline down her face and continue till I get to her chest, blood is gushing from the open wound her scream of pain makes my cock twitch. I claw open her shirt and watch the blood run down onto her boobs, I use my claw to carve out the skin right in the centre of her boobs, My families crest, Celeste starts to shake from shock and the blood and tears are all mixed together all while Magnus sits and watches on, his knuckles are white from how hard he is grabbing the lounge, the claw marks etched into the fabric show he is still fight for control and I don’t blame him honestly.

My claws shot outward as I slashed at the crocodiles and beasts blocking my path. One lunged from behind. Its enormous jaws clamped onto my back. Its fangs sank deeply into my flesh. A sharp pain shot through my body as blood poured into the river. I spun around instantly. One punch. Its skull shattered. Without slowing down, I drove my claws into another beast’s eyes before tearing through its throat. Leaping onto the back of a gigantic crocodile, I gripped its head tightly and raked my elongated claws across its neck. Blood erupted everywhere.

*Lyra* The hall reeks of blood and traces of wolfsbane smoke. My claws ache, every muscle trembling from the strain, and my lungs burn with every ragged breath I pull in. The stone floor is slick beneath my paws, streaked with blood and clumps of torn fur. The coppery tang of it clings to the air.