Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

Everyone scampers, my hands unable to strike anything again. “Oh my goddess,” someone pants. “What the hell is wrong with her?” The words feel far away yet so close at the same time. “She has claws.” “Does it mean she’s been lying about being wolfless!” “Judging by the blood, it could be her first time.” “Goddess, I hope this is normal. She cut me, who knows what diseases she has.” “She cut me too.” Slowly, their words get drowned out by the roaring in my ears. My whole body feels heavy, different. I try to move my hands and feet…but I can’t.

storm gray, cold as the glaciers that fed the rivers, yet burning with something darker whenever they moved. Ashley had intended to slip in through the side door, set the tray on the serving table, and vanish back into the shadows. But the conversation pulled her to a halt behind the heavy tapestry that separated the servants' passage from the hall. She pressed herself against the stone, heart thudding. "...the alliance will be sealed under the blood moon," Gideon was saying, voice rough with satisfaction. "Clara carries the mark. The Moon Goddess herself has chosen her. Your pack gains strength, mine gains territory. A fair trade."

Elder Vaughn narrowed his eyes, “Then present it princess nyx” I turned to Selene, who stepped forward with a silk wrapped object held in both her hands. She moved with the elegance of a trained blade. “This was recovered by our healers during examination,” she said, as she unwrapped the cloth,slowly and deliberately. And then it was revealed. A wolf claw. Not a loose fragment of it. Not a scratch. A clean break claw that was broken from the root, and it was still coated in dried vampire blood. But worse?

"O satanic Lord," Nothing. It was too early to give up, but I already did. My feet were cold, and my left index finger itched for whatever reason. "O satanic Lord," I dug in with my nail and began itching. "O satanic - ouch!" Blood. It was gushing like nothing I'd seen before, dripping on the floor like my finger was a man who'd just been decapitated. Luckily for me, I owned a first aid kit. Frown formed on my face as I grew immediately angry. Hail a satanic Lord, they said, not to maim yourself.

His countenance, a haunting testament to the cataclysmic clash that had transpired, bore witness to the relentless ferocity that defined his essence. In a chilling display of otherworldly power, Satan, his features obscured by the shroud of his own torment, lunged at Maria with a formidable weapon, a trident forged from the very essence of his wrath. The air crackled with an undercurrent of raw, unbridled malice, the weight of his malevolent intent casting a sinister pall over the unfolding confrontation.

He said taking out a pouch of blood that was tucked in his jacket. The sight of blood flared my thirst and a growl erupted from my throat. My eyes reddened and saliva trickled down my chin. I gripped the bars tightly in an attempt to get closer to the pouch of blood only to be thrown back by the energy surge. “ And so the game begins!!!” Lucifer said clapping his hands, his demonic laughter echoing in the cave.

A vial with a tiny drop of black liquid tumbled down from a lax hand and stumbled across the dirt until it too fell back into hell where it came from. The black and blood red magic hovering above the crack, waiting to be called upon, swooped in to curl around Dean arm the moment he raised his ring-laden hand. He peeled his eyes back open as he swallowed the vile-tasting liquid on his tongue and shuddered from the darkly electrifying sensation of devil blood entering his system.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

My claws tear into his flesh but he continues holding me, and I gulp mouthful after mouthful of his blood, as more of it drips down my claws, dyeing my hands a deep crimson. I feel like I can’t stop. Danika is thrashing in my mind, trying to force her way out, and it takes all of my strength to keep her simmering just below the surface. I rip myself away from Samael, a trail of his blood dripping from my mouth. “I need human blood,” I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut as Danika throws herself at the barricade in my head. Samael looks down at me and I know my eyes must be two swirling pools of crimson.

“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."