Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

Claudia put her two hands above the heads of Clayton and Sonya who kneeling. The wind came to deliver some rustling voices as the ambiance started becoming too chilling in their human bones. Within some seconds, the mist was approaching at the time Sonya opened her wound from the plaster and Clayton scrolled up his long sleeves. Both Sonya's palm and Clayton's left arm gushed some blood streaming down to the surface of the wooden case. As the blood drops dripped onto it and were absorbed by the case, the mist became darker and darker until they couldn't see anything.

I asked. He shook his head. “Nothing. I just feel cold, that’s all,” he said. “Take your hand out,” I ordered. “There’s nothing—” “It’s an order.” He reluctantly took out his hand from his pocket and my guess was right. His claws were out, dark tips with red substance in his fingers. “It’s not what you think,” he defended. “Is that blood?” Hazel asked, panicked. “It is but it’s my blood,” he swallowed, his eyes darting from me to Hazel.

"And your soul belongs to the crows." Jax stepped forward, his claws extending into long, obsidian blades that dripped with dark energy. The crystal fused physically into the palm of his hand, its light turning his veins a glowing purple. "You are too late, Marcus," Jax growled, his jaw unlocking as his inner wolf pushed to the surface. "The Earth belongs to the Blood Moon now. Look upon your executioner!" With a sudden explosion of supernatural speed that left a trail after-images in the air, Jax launched himself across the basin, his claws aimed directly at Marcus’s throat.

Aura When I woke up again, I found myself indulged in darkness. I was scared and wanted to run away but these chains were dug deeply in my flesh. The blood was no longer to be found anywhere, and that was creepy as hell. My hands were shaking when my gaze adjusted and I found myself in a room filled with bloodless corpses. They were drained completely and their body looked black. The sight made me gag and I threw up on the floor. I wanted to scream but i couldn’t find my voice in my throat. It felt like I was mute but I was screaming. My entire body was trembling in fear. What will this monster have to do with me?

Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon. "Only my blood? That's all? How to kill him? Doused him with blood?" Iris asked Eva and occasionally looked at the lemon that Tommy had given her. Eva deliberately held back her words as her hands worked deftly to put Iris' blood into the glass tube and then gave the blood back to her. "Devils will burn if they are exposed to your blood. Only one condition... The blood must enter the heart." Iris immediately touched her forehead, and she was almost shaky because of Eva's extraordinary level of imagination. Is the devil afraid of her blood? So how do you get the blood into the heart?

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

A bead of blood sat at the tip of my thumb. I didn't even get my hand through the bar before the Satyrs grabbed it. His long black tongue greedily licked away the blood, feeling like sandpaper against my skin. I ripped my hand away from him, his saliva dripping off of my thumb. His eyes glazed over before his mouth spread into a wide grin. "It seems you have just as many secrets as the rest of us. What an exciting life you have led. Maybe you belong in the dark realm after all." I gripped the bars of the cage, letting out a warning growl as I narrowed my eyes at him.

There was something scary about her. "Hey!" Avara muttered. "Stop it, weirdo." "You're getting us freaked out and scared," Charlotte said, concluding that Megan was a mental case. They moved backwards until they reached the end of the wall, hitting their backs on the wall. "Stop this!" Avara screamed. Megan looked into her eyes. Suddenly she spat into both of their eyes. Avara and Charlotte screamed in pain. They were on the verge of transformation. Saliva was a trigger.

“Hmm…I’m with you.” With Samel’s assurance, Asha smiled softly and under the eyes of the rest of the group, she raised her hand and a drop of red blood suddenly emerged from the tip of her index finger. The drop of blood hovered in the air in front of them before falling down on the red flower. And as soon as blood merged in the flower, a dark red light appeared at the edge of the cliff, shocking the group in wonder.

I sat in place despite his command and clenched my hands as hard as I could…but the claws never came out no matter how much I willed them to. “Get out, Luna bitch!” I tried again and again, but to no avail. Why the hell isn’t it working?! “Clara!” Lucas’ shout had my head snapping to the right and within a second, the door to the driver’s side went flying. My eyes went wide when Lucas’ face came into view as he leaned over into the car. His eyes had become completely golden and his nails were now fully elongated, but what caught my eyes was the blood that dripped from them. He went to reach for me, but the second his eyes noticed the knife at my neck, his face immediately hardened.