Chameleon Deathclaw Novels & Stories

⸻ A massive claw emerged from the darkness. ⸻ Unlike the Fallen Celestial’s corrupted black form, this claw shimmered with ancient gold markings. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Powerful. ⸻ The mountain trembled beneath its weight. ⸻ Then another claw appeared. ⸻ And another. ⸻ Until finally— The creature pulled itself from the abyss. ⸻ Silence consumed the battlefield. ⸻ Amara stared. ⸻ The being before them was massive.

That child who had shared secrets and honey cakes and promises by the lake had been completely carved away, replaced by six feet of pure Alpha dominance wrapped in an expensive suit. His dark hair was longer now, pushed back from a face that could cut glass with its sharp angles. His shoulders strained against his perfectly tailored suit, and when he moved, it was with the fluid grace of a predator who had never once had to question his place at the top of the food chain. But his eyes—those dark, unforgiving eyes that I remembered from my nightmares—those had not changed at all. "Alpha Zephyr." I inclined my head just enough to show appropriate respect without surrendering my dignity. "What

When the heaving stopped, I finally answered, "Death, I smell death." "Humph. You smell of vomit and fermented drink. I don't believe you are one to speak." "Gods, do it. Just do it, you hulking jerk." "Do what, human female named Acasia?" "Kill me, please." It came out on a shriek. "You humans are strange." This time, his other talon shoved me farther away, moving me from his barf-covered claw. A deer hoof attached to a partial leg rested two inches in front of my face. I managed to scramble to my feet. I saw the dragon lift his middle claw.

My claws… my dragon claws. Death… he dies… my claws ripped into his skin like it was nothing but warm butter, and I watched with horrific glee as his blood spurted and spilled out, coating the ground around me. Haris fell to his knees, then to the ground in the green pool, his eyes rolled back. With one last death rattle, the Draygon was dead. Still, the voice did not let me go. A roar flew out of my mouth conjured up from the depths of my soul. My bones cracked, giving away to the beast inside of me.

But that didn’t make it any easier. Pain ripped through me in waves, fire scorching my veins. My spine twisted, lengthening with a sickening crack. My ribs expanded, pressing against my lungs, forcing a guttural snarl from my throat. My fingers contorted, nails splitting, reforming into sharp claws. I clawed at the ground, but my hands—no, my paws—tore through the dirt. My jaw stretched, snapping into place with fangs aching to tear, to hunt, to own the night.

I scrambled to the edge of the floor to escape from the source of the scent. But it was the Lycan King. He had shifted form, his eyes were fiery red orbs surrounded by golden circles, his hair seemed to have grown longer, his skin was covered in fur than normal and he had three long sharp claws protruding from his fingers. But his face was still his not fully.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

Long Chen transformed his left hand into a dragon claw and struck the one-eyed monster right in the chest. SLASSSHHHH… SWISSHHH… "Mountain Crushing Claw!" Long Chen immediately attacked the retreating monster with his claws again; this time, he released his greatsword and manifested two giant dragon claw shadows on his left and right. "Eyes of Destruction!" From the monster’s gray eyes, beams of light shot out, colliding with both of Long Chen’s claws. BOOOOOMMM…

Seeing this armless woman, Chloe quickly backed on the floor with a horrified look on her face, as though she just saw a ghost. “IMPOSSIBLE!” Chloe screamed at this armless woman. “Y—You should be dead already! You should be DEAD!” A cold and sarcastic smile appeared on this armless woman’s lips as she asked, “Why? Just because you expelled me from Silver Blade PACK and cut off my wolf claws, then I am doomed to be dead? Sorry to disappoint you but I am perfectly well, Lady Chloe, thank you for asking.”

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.