Claws Of Rage Novels & Stories

she apologized, while another employee started treating her bruises. “Did she run out as a wolf?” “No, Sir,” Riye shook her head. “She only had her claws out and her fangs. It was weird. She was also incredibly fast. We could barely keep up.” That statement left Axel in deep confusion. Only claws and fangs? That is impossible. Once a werewolf shifts, they hand over complete control to their wolves. It is impossible to only borrow half of your wolf’s power. He looked over to the other side, where the guards were being treated. They had huge claw marks on their faces, their sleeves were also torn and a few other parts were exposed. There were approximately a dozen of wounded guards, not involv

She suddenly paused, her eyes glinting with malice. She leaned in and muttered. “You're wolfless," I didn't say a word. Grabbed my paper. Turned back. "You're twenty two, Melissa. Acting like a kid doesn't suit you." "Well, fuck you then,” She snapped and before I knew it, her claws had stretched out and scratched my face. A whimper tore from my chest. The scratch had traces of blood already. "Now who feels more like a kid?” Her lips pulled apart in an open smirk, as she held her claws out like if I dared to say another word, she'd do worse than she already had.

Jack said with a low deep growl "Damn it." This time around Jack moved even more faster, his claws then pierced through the gloves he is wearing. Rage still refused to let loose his beast but when he tried to dodge a punch, Jack un-fist his hands, so the tip of his claws made a cut on Rage. It healed quickly so no one noticed. "No more playing. You want a fight, i would give you one." Rage said "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Show me what you got!." Jack roared

Rage fills Cyrus and his hand squeezes tighter as he storms towards the bastard. "You piece of shit, you're going to pay for what you did to my best friend!" Cyrus growls and extends his claws as he straddles the bastard. Cyrus tunes out the screams and cries as they become louder when he extends his claws while drawing his hand back. He reaches forward and grabs the bastard's face, gripping it as hard as he can while shaking the asshole awake. He wants to look into his eyes when he pierces his chest.

Their blows were heavy, powerful, filled with lethal intent, as though one second of hesitation could be their last. Cliff gritted his teeth, his face contorted with utter rage. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and fury as he realized he had been outmaneuvered. The pain from Alice’s kick nearly brought him to his knees, but his anger fueled him to fight back. He roared and threw a powerful punch at Louis’ face, his eyes flashing with frenzy and hatred. “You bastards! You dare to deceive me?!” Cliff hissed through his gritted teeth, his fury threatening to burn everything in its path.

Regan’s face is covered in his blood, his eyes an unnatural black, his teeth razor sharp. “Jesse!” The scream wrenches out of me, a terrible sound, and I feel the familiar sensation of unbearable heat taking over me. My hands flex on the ground, and I can see the claws protruding, my teeth too sharp and uncomfortable in my mouth. Rage. All I feel is rage. I’m moving before I even think, and Regan gasps as I sink my claws in his shoulder, yanking him off of Jesse. Jesse’s hands are on his neck as he tries to stop the bleeding.

Rage filled him. He launched himself at her, but she moved just in time for his claws to penetrate the side of her car, barely missing her stomach. Claire kept dodging his fists and claws, using her bat to knock his hands away from her. She finally managed to land a fist to his stomach, and while he was bent over, she used both hands to slam her fists into his back, making him land on his stomach on the ground. She kicked his face while he was down. One...two...three times.

Claws had already come out of my toes as the crazy man held his penis between his palm on his right hand and forced it between my legs while staring lustfully at my exposed pussy. I was angry and nervous at the same time. He was going to rape me and this made me tremble but I was derermined to fight. I better die fighting than die doing nothing. “Aaah!” The man growled inside the forest ground after I pierced mercilessly on his left foot that he jumped backward. He deserved it. And I received two huge punches on my head causing me to feel dizzy. I was also sure that my head had disfigured. Because those punches were not meant for a she-wolf.

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

He charged, extending his claws to their full length as the bloodlust grew in his eyes. Fuck! He was too damn fast! I clanked the claws of his hand against mine, but his other ones pierced through my stomach. Blood filled my mouth as I felt my insides getting sliced by his primal wickedness. He withdrew his claws, causing another wave of pain to slam against every nerve in my body. The blood loss was making me weaker, but my fury only rose, hardening my muscles and enhancing my senses. I swung my claws, making a long cut across his throat, slicing his flesh along with the leather strap with the red crystal tied to it.