Blood Claws Novels & Stories

She took a bite and camouflaged in the shadows. Knife. Banana. Metal claws appeared before my face and a red light was shining on its tip. Lasers! Metal claws! I groaned hearing Hilario’s voice echoed in my ears. One of the claws leveled on my forehead. I screamed when it started to move across my face burning my flesh and crafted letter A deep in my forehead. The burning pain was killing me. My heart leaped on my chest. I started sweating both hot and cold. The metal claws positioned around my head.

My claws were stretched out, ready and sharp, and I launched myself at the rogue who was going to take his life, my heart pounding, fury and fear mixed in my blood. The rebel did not even see me approaching, retreating as I slammed into it, my claws ripping through its chest, gouging deep, bloody cuts that dripped black, corrupted goo. It shrieked a screaming, gut-wracked scream of pain and rage, its aglow eyes flashing hate as it swung its huge paw at me. I dodged aside, the blow scraping me by an inch, the air whistling past my face.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei

the hybrid giggles. I’m not sure he’s entirely sane. “Fuck you,” I growl, squeezing his throat again and ignoring the pain. I push him off me and jump to my feet. He’s up in a moment, staring me down. There’s something more to his claws than just pointiness. I think they may be dipped in some sort of poison. As we circle each other, my arm goes completely numb. “Bet it doesn’t hurt anymore,” the Lycan/vampire cackles.

"Come, little killer, let's get you home and clean up. I need to rest." I bit my lip and then looked down at my ruined dress. "Damn, this is new. I could never get the blood stains out, this bucket list sucked. I know I like black for a reason. Not practical, no..." I mumbled while I heard Nero chuckle beside me. I was ushered out of the basement leaving Constantine, Layla, and the bloodied hunter behind.

The wolf turned toward me slowly. Its crimson eyes glowed in the darkness. Saliva dripped from its jaws. Something about him felt familiar. Hybrid? I searched for signs of vampiric traits but found none. Then my eyes caught the strange black marking smeared along the side of his abdomen. A handprint. Recognition slammed into me instantly. [Black Claws!] I barked through the mind link to Leo. My fury exploded. [Fucking bastards! What the hell are they doing inside our territory?!]

“You won’t.” My hand shifted, fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws. I leaned down, and he whimpered, raising his arms in futile defense. I dragged one claw slowly, almost tenderly, down his cheek. A thin red line welled up instantly, followed by a torrent of blood spilling down his neck and soaking into his tunic. He screamed, high-pitched agony. “Please…” he sobbed, “don’t kill me…” I raised my claws for the final strike, my amber eyes glowing with cold fire.

I dug my claws into the tub and partially shifted. “Yes!” Scott shouted. “It’s working!” “You pig!” I ground out. The bathtub broke from my strength. “Go closer,” Claudia ordered. “It’s working. All the power of the white wolf will be mine,” Scott laughed maniacally. I growled. A part of me had taken the back burner and Blanca came forward. I lunged forward and extended my claws. My talons sliced Scott from his chest to his face. He buckled forward and cried out as blood splattered everywhere.

Claws fully extended, I lunged at the nearest two… a massive black-eyed brute and its foaming companion barreling straight for Zeph’s flank. The first one never saw me coming. My hand punched through its chest, fingers closing around its still-beating heart. I ripped it free in a wet, tearing spray of blood and gore, the organ pulsing once in my palm before I crushed it. The rogue’s body crumpled, ribs splayed open like broken wings, black blood pooling beneath it.

Though blind, Zephyr’s senses were sharper than anyone else’s. His unfocused eyes seemed to fix on my sleeping face as he spoke calmly, "Put your claws away. The scent on her… is wrong. "The soul inside this body is not the same as the one who got us killed in the last life."