Claws Of Rage Novels & Stories

“Use your fierce love and your will to protect everyone. Channel that into your power. It might be enough.” As I looked over Clarisse’s shoulder, my blood ran cold. Luka had managed to pin Leigh down, his massive claws raking across Leigh’s chest. A strangled cry escaped Leigh’s lips. Something inside me snapped. A raw, primal rage erupted, eclipsing all fear and doubt. My mind went blank, consumed by a fierce, protective fury. It felt like I was going crazy, a roaring inferno ignited inside of me.

But that didn’t make it any easier. Pain ripped through me in waves, fire scorching my veins. My spine twisted, lengthening with a sickening crack. My ribs expanded, pressing against my lungs, forcing a guttural snarl from my throat. My fingers contorted, nails splitting, reforming into sharp claws. I clawed at the ground, but my hands—no, my paws—tore through the dirt. My jaw stretched, snapping into place with fangs aching to tear, to hunt, to own the night.

A rogue—tall, scarred, with eyes that gleamed red in the flickering light—emerged from the haze. I shifted mid-stride, bones snapping, muscles tearing, the pain as sharp and familiar as breathing. Erebus exploded from within me, claws raking the floor as he launched himself forward with a howl of pure rage. The rogue didn’t stand a chance.

His claws, already extended and gleaming wickedly in the moonlight, twitched with barely restrained rage, yearning for the feel of flesh and blood. “Bring Zela here. NOW.”

Marcus staggers backward, eyes wide, looking down at his shirt where four parallel tears have appeared in the fabric. Four tears that match exactly the spacing of my fingers. "Aeliana." Marcus's voice sounds far away, even though he's standing right in front of me. "Look at your hands." I don't want to look. I can feel them changing, feel something sharp emerging from my fingertips, feel strength flooding through muscles the kind of power that is fuelled by anger and the need to kill. But I look anyway. Claws. Actual claws where my fingernails should be, curved and razor-sharp. My hands look longer somehow, more graceful but infinitely more dangerous.

What if she still refuses us tomorrow? Layla was the first to chime in, siding with Keira. "Keira is right. We can't lose our heads first! She was trying to divide us! We absolutely cannot fall for it! Tomorrow, let's all wear black to the meeting and pressure her!" Looking at the chat screenshots Claire had sent me, I smiled. I threw the lawyer's draft, which targeted only Keira, into the shredder. Then, I dialed Mark. "New plan, Mr. Miller. I need you to draft a new complaint. The defendant will no longer just be Keira."

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

The razer sharp claws could cut through someone with one swipe of the hand. Before I could get a better look around. They started to attack me instantly. Fuck I'm going to kill all of them for leaving me here. As I threw out fire it did nothing but anger them. I watched as the one I burned absorbed the fire causing me to groan. After multiple attempts, I used ice and that seemed to do something. They all started to run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

I quickly sidestepped, my heart racing with adrenaline as the blade whizzed past my ear, barely grazing my sleeve. I felt a surge of fear mixed with excitement as I realized how close I had come to being seriously injured. Without hesitation, Leah charged at me again, the blade glinting in the moonlight as she swung it in a deadly arc. Iknew I couldn't keep dodging forever, so I decided to fight back. I summoned my wolf side, feeling its power coursing through my veins as I extended my claws. The two of us clashed, our movements lightning-fast as we exchanged blows. Leah was a formidable opponent, her blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. But I was determined to defend myself,