Claws Of Rage Novels & Stories

A rogue’s claw had raked me deep, making me snarl so loud the ground trembled beneath me. I retaliated, snapping its neck clean in my jaws before tossing the body aside. More came, wave after wave. I lunged at another, but it barreled into me, slamming me down. Its teeth grazed my neck, and I bit back hard, tearing through its leg, throwing it off before I ripped its head clean.

~ KATALEYA ~ Azarakh’s mouth twists into a snarl as he lifts his claws, aiming for my heart. I can see the glint of triumph as he lunges at me, but I hold my ground, letting him think he’s got me. But the moment his claws dig into my waist, slicing through fabric and skin, the smell of the hot rush of blood, and the sharp sting of agony makes me cry out. I suck in a gasp, gritting my teeth as I clamp my hand around his wrist, ignoring the searing pain at the contact.

It made it difficult for the four henchmen to see before them. Rage's knuckles bulged and enlarged as he tried to control his anger. Things were taking so long in conquering the wolf clans. His henchmen had been at it for a while now and he was getting restless. "You wretches are all useless, hopeless creatures who can never do anything right. Get out of my sight you detestable things, I do not want to ever set eyes on you again until you have some good news for me."

I was now my own person, free from her grasp and no longer afraid. Dusting off my skirt first, I turned and started to make my way around her as she started boiling over, her face red and her hands trembling as her claws started to grow. I could feel Ivy’s trembling form following close behind me, her face pale as she watched the Duchess she grew up working for, fight against her inner animal to Shift and attack me then and there.

I clenched and unclenched my palm. They should respect us!!! Jade was raging inside of me as she sought to exert complete dominance and command utter respect from these pups. “Why don't we sit down just a tiny bit,” Rachel said coolly, directing me to a vacant couch in the room. The bile formed a hot ball in my throat, it was unlike anything I had ever felt and experienced, it emitted raw power, growing drastically. As it grew so did my anger. I was a boiling lava of rage. From my bleary vision, I saw Merona take her ground with full agility and deftness. With the last straw of self-control, I gritted my teeth and clenched my palms once again.

The chaos was overwhelming. Our family. Our home. But then, the grief shifted. It twisted, reshaped itself into something raw and uncontrollable—rage. “Move!” Jasmine growled, her voice cutting through the haze that clouded my mind. “We need to act!” Snapping out of my trance, I lunged at the nearest rogue, my claws sinking into his side as I threw him to the ground. He yelped, but I didn’t hesitate. My jaws closed around his throat, and with one sharp twist, his body went limp beneath me.

My claws tear free from skin as instinct takes over completely, bone reshaping, muscle twisting into something sharper and stronger than human restraint. I slam into her with brutal force. We hit the stone floor hard. My hands clamp around her shoulders, pinning her beneath me as rage roars through my veins like wildfire racing through dry grass. “You will not use me,” I snarl. She struggles beneath me, magic sparking wildly around her fingers as she tries to push me away. But she hesitated. That was her mistake. My jaws open. Wide. Primal. Unforgiving. And I strike. Teeth sink deep into her throat.

His scream was cut short as I drove my claws into his spine, severing it with surgical precision. Four down. The rogue beneath me went limp, and just as I turned around to face the last one, it lunged with terrifying speed. All I could see was its stinking jaws wide open, almost clamping around my neck. It was too fast. Too close. I couldn’t even react in time, and my only option was to risk injury and attack with a brutal claw to its chest.

Her eyes are practically red with rage and the bulging veins on her clenched hands assure me I will pay for this. Yes. ME. No one else. Direct all your hate and frustrations to me. I'll take it, all of it, and I'll survive. Just like before. I'll survive despite you all. Now I'm staring straight at Talia with her folded arms and her stoic gaze, but I see that her claws are out and piercing into her elbow, causing a small trail of blood, dropping on the side of her stone seat. That makes me so fucking happy, I can barely control myself.

With rage and fury, I kicked the door in. It exploded inward with a thunderous crack. The scene before me blurred as my fury exploded. Claire was half-dressed, bruised, and shaking. That bastard was looming over her, his hands on her thighs. My eyes went red. This man would pay. He had dared to lay his hands on my mate. My wolf was howling for blood He would bleed. He would never touch anyone again. "Get away from her!" I thundered.