Clawdeen X Toralei Novels & Stories

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.

"I asked you a question, mutt! Who are you, and what do you want?" "Apologies, Luna." He gave a mocking, exaggerated bow. "Alpha Wyatt of the Dark Moon Pack, at your service." My facade flickered. Doom crossed my face for a split second, and he saw it, his victory grin widening. “Alpha Wyatt is here in front of the mansion with six wendigoes. Send help.” I slammed the urgent mind-link to Clayton, praying it would reach him in time. “Hold on, Claire. I'm on my way.”

The two wolves prowled the arena, while everyone else held their breath, especially Rebecca, who practically held her heart in her hand. She kept praying to the moon goddess to allow Tyler win; she had faith in Tyler, but he still needed the moon goddess' assistance. Alex charged towards Tyler, but Tyler reacted quickly, pouncing on Alex and knocking him to the ground. Tyler's sharp claws and fangs ripped into Alex's skin, making him to growl in pain. Alex threw his paw flying towards Tyler's head, knocking Tyler off his feet and allowing Alex to get back on his feet.

She froze for a moment too long, and Claire lunged at her. With surprising ease, Claire caught the deer’s hind leg with one arm as she dashed forward. It kicked back, braying frantically, and contacted Claire’s brow. She felt the bone shatter underneath the force, but she did not scream. Instead, an animalistic growl roared from her throat, surprising her with its power. With a single twist of her wrist, she snapped the doe’s limb, not reacting to her horrifying scream. She tried to run, and for a single, sadistic moment, Claire stood back, allowing the doe to hobble a few paces before making her final attack. She launched into the air, high above the deer, and landed on her back. There was

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

THE BLOOD THAT REMEMBERS The scent of death clung to the air like fog. Liana stood at the cliff’s edge, wind tangling her hair, eyes fixed on the body that lay broken beneath moonlight. The woman’s chest still smoked where the word TRAITOR had been branded—by claw, by magic, or both. Kael said nothing. But his wolf was rising. She could feel it pulsing off him—an electric hum beneath his skin, a violent silence before the storm. His shoulders shook, his fists curled at his sides, and when Xander arrived moments later, even he hesitated before stepping closer.

The only time they had really cooperated with us was when the Blasted Ones – the vampires - had worked with the Shadow Runes. After the disappearance of this ferocious werewolf clan, however, the flimsy partnership the vampires had with the rest of our clan had completely crumbled. As such, our kingdom, Talandor, now the biggest werewolf kingdom in the western realm, was caught in the midst of a long-standing war with them.

Deacon pushes his hand through the bar and shifted only his hand into his wolf part, claws grabbing Torvalds neck, piercing his skin, “I- said- that- is- enough.” Torvald let go, hissing at Deacon. The human ran and Deacon called after him, “get yourself a vampire to seal your wounds up.” Torvald grabbed the meat that fell on the floor and started eating, laughing at Deacon. Deacon took a deep breath, realizing he was wasting his time, so he started to walk away. “I promise to tell you what I know about Wynn if you let me out of here,” Torvald said, making Deacon come to a halt and think.

They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat. The procedure left me so weak that I couldn't even fend off the huge rats that lived in the dungeon. They fed and nibbled on my feet during the day. After being beaten and tortured, the rats would nibble on my skin at night, it was dark in the dungeon so it would be impossible to chase them away. I was also weak, tired and my body ached with pain. All I could do was cry while they nibbled on me piece after piece. It was agonizing but I had kept hope alive that if only I could see Keith and explain everything to h

A loud animalistic growl escapes from his throat, my life seems to flash before my eyes as he cast his red burning gaze at me. Kael was right, Talon Aspen is the Klux, the killer and obviously not Alvarez's son and right now, the fierce predator seems to have found his prey and it is none other than me, Lilac Hirav-Aapen. I might die tonight. ~