Chameleon Deathclaw Novels & Stories

The first challenger stepped into the ring, a massive wolf with silver fur and eyes like ice. Draven’s jaw clenched. “Silverclaw’s heir.” I glanced at him. “Can you beat him?” He looked down at me, gold eyes burning. “Watch.” He shifted in one smooth motion, fire and smoke consuming him until the dragon-wolf hybrid stood where the man had been. Black scales shimmered across his flanks, and wings unfurled like blades of flame. The crowd fell silent. The Silverclaw heir lunged first, but he never stood a chance. Draven met him midair, claws striking, fire roaring. It was over in seconds, the heir flung across the pit, unconscious before he hit the ground.

She was basically being suicidal, and if Frank was not considerate enough toward Governor Quill, she would not have returned alive at all! Frank felt immensely pressured as Saul went all out, noting to himself that the Ascendant-ranked elite was above the rest. Breathing out a turbid gust of air, he bellowed as the silhouette of a beast with a scarlet glare appeared behind him. It was a lion with two horns on its head, and yet, it had wings on its waist and a viper as its tail. A chimera, a mythological beast of olden times. This was the first time Frank was going all out after the fall of Mystic Sky Sect, as he was now using the Chimera Claw, one of their greatest moves.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

I forced myself upright, snarling through clenched teeth. “Tyla—hold on—I’m coming—” Another scream tore through the realm. Softer this time. Weaker. Dying. The clone smiled. “You can’t save her.” I looked up at it slowly. Death. Rage. Bond. Blood. Everything inside me snapped into perfect alignment. “I’m not saving her,” I growled. The clone tilted its head. I finished, “We save each other.” I tore upward with a force so violent the arena shook. My claws glowed—not gold, but silver-gold, lunar fire mixing with my own.

The smell of hot grease and sparking wiring filled the stagnant air, clashing with the smell of my own stone decay. "I... am... the... floor... Aria..." Kael’s voice boomed from the mech’s external PA system, distorted and raw. "And... I'm... going... to... break... the... cage." The loader’s massive hydraulic claws rose. They were tipped with diamond-grit teeth meant for tearing through the crust of the planet. They didn't move with the grace of an Alpha. They moved with the terrifying, stuttering power of a dying machine. The first claw slammed into my petrified chest.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

A chlamydosaurus and anaconda in one body, this is an interesting creature. But the problem is, how can we get Layla out of the beast's deadly gaze?

Its arms were folded over its bare chest, long dark fingers and claws that didn’t seem meant only to cut but to suck. The legs, muscular, ended in deformed feet with raised heels and curved claws. But what caught the most attention was the tail: long, alive, with black blades at the end, reminiscent of the scythe of a vengeful entity. A symbol of death that slithered like a serpent. It was curled in a fetal position, floating, as if trapped between the world and something worse. Sasha approached slowly, his amber eyes lit with hungry curiosity. “What the fuck is this?” he whispered.