Romans & histoires Claws Of Rage

One thing about werewolves is they get angry easily and this might make them do what they never intended to do. Lucas rose to his feet enraged. He could feel his blood burning and his fingernails growing into claws. As Stone brought his mouth closer to Jane’s neck to sink his fangs into her, Lucas pounced on Stone and buried his claws into Stone’s abdomen. Stone releases Jane from his grip as he slumps to his knees. Something in Lucas was still longing for more brutality. He couldn’t ignore or fight it. He grabbed Stone by the neck and sank his claws into his chest aiming for Stone's heart and ripping it out.

His hands slam against my chest knocking me into a wall. “You shouldn’t have come back, Nova.” His voice is filled with anger and lust, “because I’m going to fucking ravage every inch of you.” His hands grope at me, his rough fingers claw at my nearly naked body. Leaning in close, I catch a glimpse of his exposed mouth. His peeled back lips that expose large sharp teeth. If I didn’t realize it before, I know now. He’s a wolf.

Claws fully extended, I lunged at the nearest two… a massive black-eyed brute and its foaming companion barreling straight for Zeph’s flank. The first one never saw me coming. My hand punched through its chest, fingers closing around its still-beating heart. I ripped it free in a wet, tearing spray of blood and gore, the organ pulsing once in my palm before I crushed it. The rogue’s body crumpled, ribs splayed open like broken wings, black blood pooling beneath it.

“Why don’t you come quietly, sweetheart? We could make you our Luna. No need for a fight. Just come with us, and we can make you one of us.” I had clenched my fists, my breath coming faster. I didn’t have time for this. I didn’t have time for them or their taunts. But it wasn’t fear I had felt. It was rage. I had launched myself at the nearest rogue, kicking him in the chest with everything I had. He had stumbled back, but before he could recover, I was on him again, my claws sinking into his flesh, tearing through his skin. He had yelped, but I hadn’t stopped. I wouldn’t stop.

He was with Dad, protecting the pack just as fiercely. I wasted no time. My wolf surged forward, taking on the Rogue fighting with Derick. Rage’s claws dug into its flesh, tearing into its neck with brutal precision. The sound of flesh tearing, bone snapping, was a melody of violence. I could feel Rage’s satisfaction, but there was no room for enjoyment. We had work to do.

His knife gleamed as he drove it toward her chest. Raven’s wolf exploded. Her claws ripped free, her eyes burning gold. She caught his wrist mid-swing, bones cracking under her grip, and with a snarl that shook the trees, she threw him back into the dirt. Gasps ripped through the Fangs, terror now plain in their faces. Cole screamed, clutching his broken wrist. “See?!” he howled. “She’s one of them!” But Raven wasn’t looking at him anymore. She was staring at Reed, who had seen her claws before, but never like this. Never unleashed.

Kratos was fighting to take over. I let out a low growl, and my control slipped just enough for my right hand to partially shift. My nails lengthened into curved black claws, my knuckles thickening as they grew and bulged. The nearest tree stood there, innocent and unassuming, and I just suddenly hated it for existing in front of me. I swung at the tree without warning, letting all my fury and rage into that one swing. My claws tore through the tree's bark and the wood inside with a deafening crack. The trunk broke, tilting before it slammed into the earth with a loud, shuddering thud. Leaves fluttered about and birds flew out in a flurry.

* Darko growls. Their movements are clumsy in the darkness, heavy with arrogance, and that is the mistake they make. “Fucking bastards!” I growl low, throat vibrating, ears pinned back. Teeth flash. My claws dig into the ground, launching me forward in a single, fluid motion. The first rogue never sees me until I crash into him, body smashing into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. His hands twitch uselessly toward a weapon, but I strike again, claws raking, teeth snapping. His scream cuts short as I twist, driving him into the dirt, immobile.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd. A growl escaped me and I lunged at the commander, teeth bared and claws elongated. Claws? When did I get claws? The thud of a blunt weapon impacting my skull brought me crashing to the ground face first. A pair of muddy boots filled my blurring vision. The murmur of voices could be heard addressing the crowd.