Clawdeen Wolf Novels & Stories

Visually, emotionally, mythologically, the moon leaned over New York until its teeth filled half the sky. FENRIR HAS RETURNED TO COLLECT THE WOLF THAT WAS LENT. Every werewolf in the city cried out. At Sterling Tower, old pack leaders collapsed. Shadow Claw survivors clawed at their own throats. Core pack members locked themselves in containment rooms to avoid answering. In basement shelters, children with wolf blood screamed for parents who did not know whether to hold them or run. Katherine's face changed as Aaliyah fed the images to her wrist display. "He's not attacking you first," she said.

"It's big. I don't know if he owns the auction. I know other guys from Golden Claw are involved on the sales side." Behind me, Sergi said, "Fuck!" He got up and left the room. He linked me, 'I'm calling Kane. He needs to know this information now!' I didn't respond, he knew what to do. Golden Claw's involvement meant we could be starting a pack war. The Councils would not be happy if the Western regions appeared to be attacking the Eastern regions. Golden Claw had a reputation as ruthless, vicious arrogant assholes. Their pack Alpha was distantly related to the old royal bloodline of Lycans. He had expressed many times that the old monarchy was better than the Council system. This could go s

Making her eyes widen to the size of saucers. If you didn't know, silver was dangerous to wolves. It was one of the things that could be deadly to a wolf. So she wondered why he would give her such a weapon. She uncurled her fists and the prongs disappeared. She curled them again, and they appeared. Three on each hand, to be specific. What is this? That is Death Claw, Desmond replied. It's a silver weapon that can be harmful to wolves, and I want you to have it.

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

I shouted as I started to run, dragging him behind me. As we got closer to the room Shannon was in, I could hear Leon speaking from around the corner. “She only got her wolf a few days before her 18th and then force shifted on her birthday.” I heard another older voice reply. “That is very unusual. Come to think of it, I've never heard anything about a person having a dormant wolf until they shift. Maybe dormant until 16 at the latest, but even that is an extremely late bloomer.” “That's what I thought too. But having Alpha blood?” I heard Leon's smooth voice. “And then there is also the way her wolf was too weak to heal her from her coma.”

Apart from his elongated claws, Draven’s beast did not make an appearance. The whole party stopped and everyone stood on standstill as Draven attacked Zayden’s wolf with his claws until he was bleeding on the expensive floor, but Draven didn’t stop. I watched in horror as he handled an alpha wolf, going at him until Zayden lost all power and his wolf was bleeding profusely. Even then, he didn’t stop.

The Superclaw Pack is the largest pack with a population of over two million shifters, their wolves are the biggest, fastest and strongest among all werewolves. I'm so astonished right now, am I dreaming? I'm a mate to the Alpha of such a great pack but I heard that there was a controversy about his status, he was going to be a full Alpha and take the rulership of the pack once he found his mate. It had been some long distance story which I can't determine its level of accuracy.

As I closed the distance, the smell of decay blew my way, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whoever was on our land was close. Just as I was about to grab Maddie, a scrawny and sickly wolf skidded around the house, foam dripping from its muzzle. My eyes burned as I felt my beast come forward, needing to protect our baby. Maddie stumbled with surprise as I jumped over her head, shifting mid-air into my wolf and colliding with the rogue. I could hear her crying behind me as I bit and clawed at the intruder.

Katie Clyde furrowed her eyebrows, she knew werewolves usually have mates that they are bonded to, she have read novels and watched movies about it. She hesitated before asking "who is your second chance mate?" Pascal looked at Katie Clyde fondly, before opening his mouth to respond.

“Oh yes, the Golden Clan. In general, two clans stand above all werewolves: Golden - their flock is located in Canada and Diamond - live in northern India. The Golden Clan, they are, roughly speaking, politicians. Resolve all issues between humans and werewolves. Economy, division of territories, diplomacy, they do a lot of things. And the Diamond clan is engaged in religion. All sources of power werewolves under their control. Tell me, - she looked at me, narrowing her eyes, - what planet did you live on if you don’t know such banal things? It's in the third grade, they probably teach. - Aline, I can't tell you. - Noticing how in her eyes it goes out, only the trust established between us,