Clawdeen X Toralei Novels & Stories

Clarence flies through the air and falls, rolling to a stop with a broken arm and a leg bent in the opposite way. I glare at her, circling her and Drex and displaying on my face a hate so intense I can see the color black. Seething at me, Drex shifts into his ashen wolf. It’s much smaller than mine as I chuckle inwardly. ‘Show him who’s boss, Talon'. For killing my heir…not even allowing him the chance to see his parents and have his first breath of air…. I will devour you and splay your shredded parts all over the lands of Mexico.

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

“I'm coming.” “No.” My reply came before he finished the thought. “If the pack sees you rushing here, questions will follow. We still have time to deal with this ourselves.” “Then tell me everything.” He demanded. I leaned closer to Elana once more, forcing myself to ignore the fear threatening to cloud my judgment. The scent had grown stronger and sharper and just enough for me to remember it's name. "...Deadclaw." Greyman's silence confirmed what I already feared. When he finally answered, his voice sounded older than I had ever heard it. “Are you certain?”

Three of his men are dead and even if he is dying, he is still very concerned about her safety, more than his own. “C’mon, we’re leaving together,” she tries to drag Clayton but at this moment, a rogue werewolf jumps out of nowhere and lunges at her. Leila recoils in fear and closes her eyes, too scared and confused to even use the most basic defence tactics. The claws of the rogue never touch her as Clayton pushes her and blocks her with his back, yelling out in pain as the claws of the rogue dip into him, grazing his spine. “Run Leila, go!” He yells at her, throwing the rogue off him even as blood begins to rush from his mouth and ears from the aconite gas.

He needed it. “Now!” Kayden’s voice roared in my mind. Colt lunged, knocking me to the ground. His massive form pinned me as his canines tore dangerously close to my throat. I struggled against him, my claws igniting with the golden and blackish glow of Xael’s energy. With a roar of my own, I plunged my claws into his chest, right where his heart should be. Kayden struck at the same moment, his jaws tearing into Colt’s back.

"I don't know what's going on, but we'll figure it out together." I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. Together, we pushed our way through the crowd, trying to see what was causing the commotion. As we got closer to the center of the crowd, I saw a figure standing on the steps of the town hall. It was a woman, and she was shouting something at the top of her lungs. Derek's grip on my arm tightened. "What's going on?" he growled, his voice menacing. The woman turned to us, her eyes wild with excitement. "It's started," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Golden Claw pack is at our borders, and they're demanding to see Ava."

Kade burst from his quarters already half-shifted, Lyra at his side, her face set with grim determination despite the lingering bruises on her cheek and ribs. “Defend the relic chamber!” Kade roared, his voice carrying across the courtyard. “Protect the borders! No one gets through!” The battle exploded into chaos. Torren revealed himself in the thick of the fighting near the main gate. He had shed his Night Claw colors and now fought openly on Axel’s side, a dark cloak flapping as he cut down a defender with ruthless efficiency. “Traitor!” a Night Claw warrior shouted. Torren laughed wildly. “The real traitors are the ones who let a whore steal what belongs to stronger wolves.”

Her white fur in complete contrast to Thaneos black one, with those grey eyes shining bright in them. " Grrrrrrrrrrr" It was Selene's time to roar at Thaneos. And he roars back, agitated and raging. Circling each other. They begin the fight of one of the greatest wolves in history. Clawing, slashing, snarling at each other. Biting. Tearing away their flesh. Selene may be smaller than him, but she was faster. While with each passing second Thaneos grew only more impatient. His blows brutal.

"Besides the three deceased members of the Stormfang bloodline, you and I are the only living beings who held those ledger secrets! Do you expect me to believe I published my own treasonous scandal?! It was you! You leaked it to ruin my standing before the Thorncroft Pack Elders!" Driven by sheer, blind panic, Selene reached down, snatched a long, jagged shard of heavy broken porcelain from the floor, and lunged directly for my face. The attack was so sudden that my human reflexes lagged. The sharp edge of the porcelain was inches from slicing open my cheek when a massive, leather-clad hand reached out from behind me, grabbing the bare glass-like shard with raw, crushing force. Stunned, I ga

The fact she was linked to the whole Clan was going to be the talking point for some time to come. She sighed against Celeste, burrowing into her arms as they sat with the Clan. She wanted to go to bed, and soon, but she was also delighted to sit here among her new family as they revealed her addition to their Clan. Tyler sat on Celeste's other side and Sally opened her mouth to say something but was cut short upon noticing four deep scratches on his chest, just above his heart. Four marks that look remarkably like talons. A small, gasping squeal came from her throat and she launched herself a Tyler. The hyena caught her in surprised reflex, Laughing as she hugged him tight.