Claws Of Rage 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.

He wasn’t just angry, he was unhinged. The rogue tried to crawl away, sputtering, blood gushing from his mouth, but Ronan pounced on him again with a roar that shook the very ground beneath me. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t pause. His claws raked down the rogue’s chest, shredding flesh like paper, and then his massive jaws clamped down on the man’s neck, crushing it with a sound so violent it made me flinch. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Ruby’s POV Raids are supposed to be quick. Hit hard, hit fast, vanish like ghosts. But the second I saw how smooth everything was going, I knew—too smooth. “Move, now!” I bark, raising a fist. “Stay in formation. We’re in, we’re out. No delays, no dramatics—Claw, that means no flirting.” “I’d never,” Claw says with a smirk, slipping a dagger into his boot. “Focus,” I snap. “Save your terrible pickup lines for after we survive.”

The sound of his laughter sends a surge of rage through me, a white-hot fury that blinds me to everything else. Before I knew it, I had half-shifted, my fingers elongating into sharp claws. I lunged at Ezra, rage driving my every movement. My hand plunged into his chest with a sickening crunch, tearing through flesh and bone with ease. My claws closed around his beating heart, and with a violent yank, I ripped it from his body.

The rogue came again, faster this time, but we met him head-on. Claws clashed against claws, teeth against teeth. The sound was deafening. Growls, snarls, the crack of bones. The world narrowed down to survival, no air, no thought, just pain and instinct. The rogue’s claws slashed across our hip again, reopening the wound. Blood poured freely now. Limene howled in pain, but instead of slowing down, she became even angrier. I could feel the fury burning through her veins. She was no longer fighting for safety. She was fighting for revenge.

Rage coiled in my veins, hot and black, my wolf snarling for release, claws itching beneath my skin. I ripped the blindfold free with a savage yank, her eyes—once sultry pools of deception—now wide and bloodshot, brimming with a terror that mirrored Clara’s from hours ago. But where Clara’s had begged for mercy born of pain, Lisa’s pleaded for oblivion, hollowed by the weight of her own venom.

The man crumpled to the ground, whimpering in pain. The others watched in terror as Claw began to rampage, his blows raining down on anyone within reach. They tried to scramble away, but Claw was too fast, his anger too intense. "You fools!" he snarled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can serve me and fail me at the same time? You think you can betray me and live?" The minions cowered, begging for mercy, but Claw was beyond reason. He beat them mercilessly, his anger and humiliation pouring out in a torrent of violence.

Woke something up. Heat bloomed behind her eyes. Her muscles surged, tendons popping. She stumbled, caught herself, and when she looked at her hands— Claws. Small, curved, glinting black in the sun. The rogue charged again. She moved faster this time. She dodged the next blow, spun, and raked her claws across his ribs. Blood splattered. He howled, more animal than man now. His jaw cracked wider, bones shifting under stretched flesh. Behind her, Asher and Bran were locked in a brutal rhythm—Asher was half-shifted, teeth bared, fur across his back. Bran had him by the throat, but Asher twisted and sank his claws into Bran’s thigh, tearing muscle.

He could feel his blood boil in anger and all he wanted to do is kill. "Are you ok?" Asks Genelia placing her hand on Raffaele's hand. "I am great. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back" says Raffaele and walks away to the toys section. He picks up a big teddy bear and screams in it by pressing it to his face. He then rips the teddy bear in half and was panting with anger. "Are you ok?" Asks one of the employees. "Of course. I was just checking if it's soundproof. I cry and scream a lot in the night" says Raffaele and throws 100$ on her and says "pay for this"

His eyes gleam like coals buried deep, fury bright. We clash again. Fang on fang, claw on claw, our bodies a blur of violence. He lunges for my throat. I twist, his teeth snap air, and I rake my claws down his face, leaving three red stripes across his muzzle. He howls, staggered, and I surge forward, jaws locking around his scruff.