Blood Claws Novels & Stories

“The poison attacks slowly at first. It paralyzes the system, then enters the bloodstream and begins destroying every organ it reaches. Once it spreads completely, the victim begins coughing blood as the body shuts down from within.” I swallowed hard. "There has to be an antidote." “There isn't.” He disagreed. "No." "Arden..." "No." I repeated with the sting in my eyes. The word came out harsher than intended. "There has never been a poison without a weakness." “Deadclaw is different.” Urgency and flickering hope synced in his voice. "Bloodlines vanished because of it. The few records that remain all end the same way." I closed my eyes for the briefest moment. "Death."

There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly. "Don't you care if he gets an infection?" I wondered, looking at the open wounds. Hearing my voice, the alpha's eyes opened as he moved slightly into the eyes. His eyes glowed with the ocean blue color as his eyes darted from Dr. Dawson to my scared eyes. He suddenly bared his teeth and growled low into the back of his throat, it was a warning sound that made me flinch, but I was aware so I didn't take the step behind Dr. Dawson like I dearly wanted to.

someone screamed from the back. "Blood for blood!" "Death to the traitor who killed our future!" "No!" I tore free again with desperate strength, throwing myself between Papa and the angry crowd. "He did not do it! Papa would not hurt anyone! You all know him!" Alpha Darius's blazing golden eyes fixed on me, and I saw absolutely no mercy there. Only cold rage. "The bloodline is tainted. The guilt runs in his veins." "Then let his blood pay the price!" someone shouted.

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.

"She'll listen to you. Be the Beta she needs." Something dark and primal stirs within me, a volatile mix of anger and wounded pride. Without thinking, I extend my left arm, the bones and muscles shifting and contorting beneath my skin. My claws, long and wickedly sharp, emerge with a soft snick. With a swift, brutal motion, I rake them across my forearm, the skin tearing open in three crimson lines. Blood wells up, dark and thick, and the scent fills the air. Even as my mother gasps, I shove my bleeding, already healing hand inches from her face.

I snarled against him, trying to wiggle out of his grasp as my nails grew into the claws of a wolf. My hands, the claws that had taken over, lashed out. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by the hiss of pain. My claws cross his chest, slicing through skin and muscle. Warm blood spilled between us, staining my hands. I froze, my breath ragged, staring at the crimson that stained my fingers. The scent of it hit me like lightning—powerful, steady, and familiar. His blood wasn’t just blood. It carried him. His strength.

Lucian’s POV “You sure you don’t want to pack a toothbrush or something?” I ask, arching a brow at Claw. He shrugs, flipping his dagger between his fingers like it’s a damn toy. "Brush? These babies haven't been disvirgined by that blasted substance since I could fuck." Rock's face turned to disgust and Claw noticed. “C'mon, Pebbles, I was obviously lying. Rogues don’t brush. We brush with the hair of our adversaries and rinse with their blood.” He winked at him.

But still, we fought on, refusing to yield. As our battle neared its climax, a glint of determination flashed in Axel's eyes. He lunged at me, his claws aimed for my throat, but instinct guided my movements. I dodged his attack with a grace borne of desperation, my body twisting in mid-air. In that moment, I seized the opportunity presented to me. With a lightning-fast motion, my claws found their mark. They tore through the air, slicing through flesh and fur. A primal cry of pain erupted from Axel's throat as my claws connected with his left eye, leaving a deep, jagged wound in their wake.

White hot pain rips and tears through me as every bone in my body cracks, breaks and extends before jutting itself into place. Screams and howls of pain fill the air, dulled only by the trees and my own pain consuming me. Canines lengthening and claws stretching out, and yet, still I can feel my body is covered in something warm and wet. I sniff the air. Blood. So much blood. Sweet, warm, red liquid copper. Soon the pain dulls to warm rather than hot, and screams become howls and growls in the distance. I join in, yanking and pulling at the chain until my neck hurts so much I think my head might fall right off my shoulders. And then, everything goes black.

“Cara, babe—” “I’m fine…” I spluttered. “I’m just… Rig… I have claws. And I want to hunt.” He looked up at me, his body tense and eyes piercing, tiny pinpoints of light shining in his gaze in the dark. “Cara, just breathe.” “I am breathing! I’m breathing better than… Rig…” A wave of giggles gripped me, and I clapped both hands over my mouth, discovering that I could retract the claws, that they faded into my flesh as if they didn’t exist. But I could feel them there, just waiting. I could whip them out like a switchblade—