Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

He made a sad face to mock Romansata "You were just a pawn, dear Roman" He trailed his nails on her shoulders before using his forefinger to trail from her earlobe to her gullet. As he trailed it, his claws grew even longer, his claws were sharp, long, and black like a devil's. As he trailed his claws on her neck, blood flowed from her neck as his claws left lines on it causing blood to flow out. Romansata was as good as weak already, A human who was turned into a vampire and had consumed the holy water, there was too much her weak body could contain, it tasted the hidden and the forbidden.

His already pale knuckles were turning whiter as he closed his fist. "Most of them, a bit of my blood, mixed in their food. In their wines. Or simply a sip from my neck for some of the idiots. You didn't know that, did you? The blood of a witch is fatal to a vampire. It's a sort of slow poison like Bloodivy. I used that on the others. Fascinating plants with blood-red leaves. A creation of dark magic certainly. The mere contact inflammates your skin, literally melting it. Ingestion will paralyse you. That's what happened with Henry. Oh, yes. That one's on my head too. You had to put him to rest after that because I told you I had no idea how it happened or how to cure it. I still don't know.

Instinctively, I grabbed the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood as we locked eyes once more. Sólas' eyes rolled back in ecstasy as my blood dripped from his mouth. With one clawed hand, he reached up and wiped his lips before spitting some of it into his palm. He reached down and starting to pump his cock rapidly. Perversely forcing me to watch as he coated his member in my blood and the pleasure that he took from it. When he roared his release, I leaned over and lost my battle with my stomach, spilling it out all over my garments.

‘Dex, I need all the strength you can give me without shifting. He said nothing, but I felt his power surge through me. My claws elongated and I stabbed into the vampire's side. He hissed, never weakening his hold on my throat. He glanced down at his side, noticing a slow trickle of almost black blood. He looked back into my eyes, “Now that was just rude,” Atlas spoke calmly, looking around his shoulder at the black blood soaking his shirt before throwing me against the opposite wall.

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

It was a purifying fire. I raised my left hand and extended a single obsidian claw from my index finger. Without a second of hesitation, I dragged the razor-sharp tip across the palm of my right hand, right below the signet ring. Bright, radiant crimson blood welled up from the cut. But it didn't look like normal blood. A faint, smoky silver stardust aura floated over the liquid, shimmering with the concentrated potency of my unlocked Eclipse core. "What are you doing?" Nikolai growled weakly, trying to pull his shoulder away from me, his silver eyes wide with a protective panic. "Elena... stop. Your energy is too unstable..."

The room got really bright for a second. Xandra sneered, reaching out to touch the mark on my neck. "Words are little girl. In the Iron-Claw we prove our worth through the Blood-Rite. If you are really the Luna of this pack and the savior of our kind prove you can handle the power you say you have." She pulled out a sharp dagger. The same kind Dominic had used. "The orchards were the start.. The Iron-Claw has a Wither-Well that has not had water in a hundred years. If you can heal that maybe I will believe you. If not..."

Wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I'd disgraced Dante. In front of everyone. Then Dante moved. His fangs erupted, longer and sharper than any wolf's. His claws extended, black and deadly. In one blink, his hand was wrapped around Daemon's throat, lifting him off the ground. Those claws pierced skin, drawing blood that dripped onto the marble floor. Dante's eyes—they weren't gold anymore. They were red. Bright, burning red. "Say that again," Dante's voice came out wrong, layered with something inhuman. "I dare you."

But all I could see was red. Clayton chuckled. “This is interesting. I never knew one of those really survived. I thought it was just a rumor. And to think the only surviving one is linked to the prophecy that would save the Moon Blood pack.” He bent down, clutching his stomach. “This is hilarious.” I moved forward, my claws ripping through him. He dropped backward, spitting out blood. His eyes seemed lifeless, and he lay on the floor completely motionless. Yet, the anger in me never subsides

The man scrambled away, stammering apologies, and practically fled to the other side of the club. Sam's gaze returned to me, a daring eyebrow raised. "Is that..?" Dante asked me, leaning close to my ear. "Yes." I replied quietly, noticing the dangerous glint in Sam's eyes as he looked at Dante. "Adrian told us that Satan was banished from the human realm." Dante said, his hand still on my shoulder. "Sam doesn’t care about rules or bans. He makes his own." I explained, feeling my lips go dry. Sam lifted his glass, a crystal tumbler filled with a dark liquid, and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving mine. There were bloodstains on his hands and clothes, and the mad look in his eyes told me