Chameleon Deathclaw Novels & Stories

Once it is secure, I rake my claws along its body, causing a burning liquid to erupt from its body. Fuck. I hiss inwardly, fighting the urge to release. What the hell is this? ‘Its blood is like acid.’ Chanel offers, coming to join me. ‘Stay back!’ I warn, not wanting her to get hurt. ‘I can handle it.’ ‘I won’t,’ she argues, biting down hard on the creatures wing and pulling until she manages to disconnect it from the creatures body. Snarling in pain, she throws the wing aside and then attacks again. ‘Stupid woman.’ I growl, realizing that I needed to end this quickly before she did too much damage to her body. ‘Can’t you just listen?’

said Chelsea her voice sounded hollow to herself as well but she knew what that bird was at first glance , it was just denial instinct kicking in, that made her refuse because she knew that if that bird was really a deviuture then they have no chance at all of getting out of this ordeal alive . With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millio

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 thought I was nothing. Jane—no, Talia—smirked from the steps, admiring the execution. “Well,” Chloe said, looking over the crowd with supreme confidence. “I’ve shown my bloodline’s worth. Does anyone else from the lower territories want to come up and test their hand against the high script?” The room remained silent. Chloe’s eyes didn't leave my face. “Dr. Mercer? Why don't you show us what the West Coast wolves are made of?”

" You thought you could escape from me.... Heratte?" Sera's mind went blank and that's when she looks down to find the strange tattoos on Zander's chest shining. Stuttering... looking at him in disbelief, she asks. " Who...who are you...." Zander only growls, fanning his breath on her skin. Making her shiver. His next words made her entire body go numb. " Your death" . . . " The Death Wolf." And with this Zander's incisors extend to long canines. To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck.

In a flash, I use sprint and dashed out from my shelter closing in the distance in a few secs and land a strike using my iron claws exactly on its head. [-7] [Zameleon: HP 38/45] It does not die immediately just as I guessed so I use my hands and legs to lock down the beast on the ground. It resisted as the creature tries to swing me off from its body. But it is too late now I have my claws dug deep enough on its skin. With that, I slashed with my claws a few more times. [You have killed Lvl 4 Zameleon] [Level up] [Level up]

{Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Traits: Lycan Transformation(Minor), Keen Senses(Minor), Adaptability(Minor), Information Analysis (Minor), Man-at-Arms(Class), Forge Your Own Path(Class), Fast Hands(Class), (Incomplete)} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires, Metal Spike Boots, Fighter Gloves} {Armor: Basic Leather Armor, Shadow Cloak, Mysterious Bead(? {Level: 20} {HP: 444/444 (444)} {MP: 370/370 (370)} {Str: 86 (36+<50>)} {Int: 34 (34)} {Def: 86 (36+<50>)} {Const: 37 (37)} {Dex: 32 (32)} {Agi: 82 (32+<50>)} {Luck: 55/100} {Stat Points: 51}

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

And by any chance, dragons became hostile towards humans, they would also fight them. That night Clement died at the hands of her sister when he tried to choke one of her children to death. She saw red, she saved her child, but she couldn’t save her brother. After finishing off all the deranged wolves, a deity appeared in front of Clarisse. She said, her name was Shea and wants to give her a gift. A gift of ever-growing strength and fast reflexes that would result in a powerful heir whose power overshadows all creatures and could destroy them if pushing them to the edge.

“Are you certain?” "I wish I wasn't." My gaze never left Elana's face. Her breathing skipped, each breath shallower than the one before it. “Deadclaw was created generations ago.” Greyman said heavily. “It was never intended for ordinary wolves.” "What do you mean?" I asked him, holding her tight against me as I searched her eyes. “It was designed to kill those whose wolf genes remained dormant. Those the old world considered incomplete.” My jaw clenched. "Wolfless." Greyman sighed deeply before continuing. “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 cough