Claws Of Rage Novels & Stories

"This is the real antidote. And your buddy Claw? He has mere seconds left before that poison claims his life for good." Rage. His body began to shift, bones snapping, face contorting as his wolf tried to push through, his eyes glowing with a feral rage. "You bastard!" he roared, lunging forward. But Nox, without a single shred of concern, slammed the rogue harder against the wooden wall. The force of it sent a shudder through the room, dust cascading from the ceiling while the rogue grunted in pain. “Your time’s running out," Nox growled.

Her eyes were unfocused but dangerous, like a wild animal caught in a trap. Lya groaned, pushing herself up from the ground, dust and blood smearing her hands. Her patience snapped. She clenched her fists, and her claws slid out with a sharp snikt. Her eyes glowed an icy blue, burning bright against the daylight. “I didn’t want this…” she muttered through clenched teeth, her voice low but shaking with anger. She lifted her hands, claws glinting. “Agatha, calm down. I don’t wanna hurt you, but if I have no choice, I’ll fight back.”

Claws and teeth and rage. She was fast. Strong. Trained since birth. But I was desperate. Angry. Fighting for everything. We crashed through furniture. Into walls. Pack members scattered. Shouted. Some cheered. Elena slashed my arm. Deep. Painful. I felt blood. Hot. Wet. I grabbed her throat. Slammed her into the counter. Hard enough to crack wood. She kicked out. Caught my ribs. I heard something crack. Felt pain explode. But I didn't let go. Squeezed harder. Let her feel my strength. My determination.

Its eyes were a dismal blood red, devoid of intelligence, and driven only by a crazed ravenous hunger. The ferocious beast let out a terrible, twisted growl, its razor-sharp claws swinging straight for Clara's throat. Instinct, sharpened over many years as a renegade, took control. Clara flung herself sideways, her silk robe splitting a little as she rolled on the rough stone floor. The beast’s claws missed her neck by a fraction of an inch, striking the volcanic rock with such force that it sent a shower of sparks into the blackness. The beast turned around with unnatural, jerky speed, its jaw unhinging as a thick, white foam fell from its yellowed fangs.

She struggled as if she wanted to break free. His face became blank. His eyes are cold, you can't see any emotion. His hands are also clenched as if he wants to kick. When he looked at the woman, she was stunned. The anger he felt returned. "Don't torture her too much. The Sandejas will surely find her too. They will take care of her." The two sat on the couch after Dawell said that.

Everyone goes silent It pulls their every attention to me. I again growl. Everyone except alpha jake and Paul gulp. Everyone stare into my bloody eye's. It bleed more. Their lips all cluster and shut. It slowly and fearfully twitch. My arm bones forcefully vibrate. It jerk's my flesh and sprouted claws. My metallic look alike claws forcefully scratch the bronze table. It creates loud deafening screenching sounds. Every alpha palm shut their ears. My tooth grind themselves. I battle and control my brewing rage. I scream.

No one calls me Rage. "No one calls me rage except dad, no fucking one. You. Have. No. Fucking. Right. To. Call. Me. Rage." I explained and reached into my pocket, brought out my pocket knife and drew a long scar on her face as she screamed out loud in the sweetness of pain. I heard the door slammed open and I was pulled off her immediately. I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up.

Get your hands off me!" I shoved Caleb’s chest. Hard. He hit the reinforced headboard with a crack that sounded like a dry branch snapping. I didn't care. My vision was a jagged landscape of silver and white. Every pulse of my heart sent a wave of liquid fire through my veins, a metallic itch that made me want to peel my own skin off. My claws—black, curved, and dripping with a grey, viscous fluid—dug into the silk sheets, shredding them into confetti.

Then I felt something very strange. My nails elongated with a sickening crack, turning into long, razor-sharp claws. My muscles burned with power I never knew I had. I didn’t know what had come over me as I moved. With a feral scream, I lunged at the rogue. He didn’t expect it. I tore into him, my claws slashing through his throat. He howled, stumbling back, blood pouring from the deep gashes. Another rogue turned toward me, but I spun and raked my claws across his throat.

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.