Clawdeen X Toralei Novels & Stories

Triads occurred amongst vampires, but he’d never heard of more. “You are making a lot of grunting noises,” Tyler commented drifting over from the kitchen with a packet of crisps. “Oh, wow,” he leaned over Talen’s shoulder. “What’s this? Nominees for pin up of the month? I vote for the tattooed dark one.” “Rhett Salem,” Talen supplied. “Cameron Edison is the red-head, and Heath Gale is the blond. Werewolves.” “One of each flavor, please,” Tyler snickered. “You don’t normally do guys, Tal, or werewolves. And do I have to remind you that you have a mate?”

Galore looked at Katie Clyde and Chloe, who were setting up a bonfire close to their tent. "He isn't here" he grumbled in Saxon and left. "I feel something is staring at us, Chloe" Katie Clyde told her friend, Chloe laughed "Katie, don't tell me you are thinking a werewolf or a vampire is hiding out there watching at us, come on girl, those things only happen in movies" Chloe taunted. Katie Clyde pouted and retorted "Chloe, can you stop being unserious"

she said, wrapping her arms around my neck as she stared intently at me. “No, that’s not why. This godforsaken curse called a mate bond is the reason for my weakness...” “No, don’t say that,” Layla interrupted. I removed her hands from my neck and took a few steps backwards, away from her. “As a result, I, Alpha King, Xavier Hale has rejected you, Layla Clayton as my mate,” I said, dropping the bombshell.

3: Waxing Storm Elara’s lungs burned as they raced through the ancient forest, Kael’s massive hand gripping hers. Her body was changing—bones aching, senses sharpening with every stride. The waxing moon pulled at her emerging wolf blood, syncing with Kael’s growing rut. “They’re close,” Kael growled, golden eyes scanning the shadows. “Your coven wants us both drained.” A distant spell blast shook the trees. They dove into the ruins of an old lunar temple, collapsing behind fallen pillars. Dust settled around them. Elara’s heart pounded, fear mixing with unbearable heat between her thighs.

she roared, lunging at Drenvar. Her claws struck his chest, light exploding, but he grabbed her wrist, his shadow swallowing her light. Pain seared through her, her claws dimming. Kael staggered up, his fangs bared. “Let her go!” He tackled Drenvar, their bodies crashing into the altar’s ruins. Blood and shadow mixed, but Drenvar’s claws slashed Kael’s chest, blood gushing. Aria screamed, her light blasting Drenvar back. She ran to Kael, catching him as he fell, his bond flickering.

“How dare you, she-wolf?!” Robbie snarls, pulling his head back by grabbing harshly on his hair. Before anyone could blink, Tess let out a loud feral growl and slashed his face with her claw, and her other claw slashed his genitals, effectively ripping off his dick. He howls in agony while Dean, Robbie, and I wince and grimace at the bloody sight.

Caleb stiffened. “You feel it,” Alexander whispered. Caleb’s eyes held his. “I feel you.” The Debt Keeper lunged. Caleb turned fast, pulling Alexander aside as one black claw tore through the space where his head had been. Alexander lifted his glowing hand, and silver light shaped itself into a shield. The claw struck it, and pain shook his arm, but the shield held. Caleb struck next. His claws cut across the creature’s chest, tearing through ash-coloured fur and old bone. The Debt Keeper staggered, and the beads around its neck rattled with trapped cries.

She saw Cael later that evening. He was near the training fields, overseeing the first of the integrated patrol drills. A few Shadowclaw scouts stood nearby, exchanging wary looks with Crescent warriors. The tension was like fog—thick and silent, but pressing against the skin. And just beyond the line of Shadowclaw wolves, Kade stood. The Shadowclaw Beta was easy to spot—broad-shouldered, with pale gray eyes that missed nothing. He was Cael’s childhood friend, the one wolf Cael actually let challenge him.

Her eyes instantly glowed red. She shot forward like a streak of silver lightning. Yet, surprisingly, she lunged straight at one of her own subordinates. Her claws slashed mercilessly. The subordinate had been frantically dodging, expecting danger only from the two unseen ambushers. He never imagined Tori would strike him. Even at the last moment, his resistance was too little, too late. A single claw tore through his throat. Blood gushed like a fountain. The others froze in shock. Why…? But Tori didn't stop there. She immediately went after another, her werewolf speed astonishing, rivaling that of the highest-level combat-type ability users, while retaining her animal traits. Those deadly c

Her words carried a growl, emotions raw: betrayal stinging like a slap, loyalty to Alya fueling her support. Kael Varn lingered near the hearth, his dark, tousled hair falling into his storm-gray eyes, which flicked between the group with guarded intensity. His lean, muscled frame leaned against the mantel, arms crossed over his black leather tunic, the claw spiral tattoo on his chest pulsing blue faintly, a subtle response to Alya's distress through their bond. At twenty-two, emotions conflicted within him: protectiveness toward Alya making him want to shield her from this pain, his own exiled past hinting at secrets that gnawed at him—ties to a cult ally long ago, buried but resurfacing li