Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Novels & Stories

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.

She'd only placed a hand on his arm when Clarisse thundered, "Get your filthy paws off him" He smirked. *****************************************

She asks Corvu, nodding in my direction. “She’s just not from around here.” He smiles. “We’ll take two plates of whatever you are cooking. It smells good.” She nods and walks off, where I only just notice her feet were more like tiger paws. What was this world? “She’s a Clawhop. Don’t ever make one angry and don’t try to outrun them.” “I feel like I should be writing these things down.” He nods and leans to the side, pulling something out of the large hidden pocket he had down his leg.

Beatrice pulled hard, dragging her friend towards her as the figure came at them with its vicious talons. Claire drove the boat hook hard into its abdomen, driving it back as she put her full weight behind the assault. The creature slipped over, grabbed at the pole to stay upright but succeeded only in yanking it from Claire’s grasp. “Dammit,” she yelled in frustration. The creature leapt, arms extended, claws slashing. Claire did her best to avoid the onslaught, lifting her hands to fend off the blows. She brought up a foot and caught the beast in the knee. The sound of snapping twigs followed, before the creature went down, howling in pain and anger.

My eyes narrowed at him, and I focus on his face evident with fury. “If you’re grieving, we will fucking grieve with you,” He spat. I growled, hunching in my spot as the beast prepares for his next attack. “If you’re hurting, we’re fucking hurting too,” He continued. And the next thing I know, he clenched his fists in anger as he tried to strike at me with his claws extended from his fingertips. I jumped, taking a step back as I braced myself for the impact. His claws collided with me jaw, making me taste blood on my tongue as I tried to hold the beast in place.

~SCREECHHHH~ ~SCREECCCHHHH~ Its aura was too intense. Su was more frightened of being clutched by its sharp talons than falling to the ground and turning into a pulp. The beast did not back off; it tried to grasp her, but Su avoided it again by making another hefty strike at its claws. Her desperation was off the charts. She knew she couldn’t let the beast catch her.

Please don't let it have claws. Suddenly, a strong movement rippled across her abdomen. Cathy's hands flew to her stomach, her eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and alarm. "Did that feel like a paw to you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Please tell me that wasn't a paw." ‘Was that a paw? That felt like a paw.’ Magnus approached carefully, his hands raised in a placating gesture. His eyes, a warm amber in the dim light of the trees, were filled with concern and barely concealed amusement. ‘He thinks this is funny. He actually thinks this is funny.’

"Go! Don't look back!" The beast slammed into the center of the courtyard, its claws carving deep gouges into the ancient marble. It let out another ear-shattering roar, its tail - a whip of barbed bone - lashing out and shattering a stone fountain. But the students were frozen. Legions of high-born mages, the supposed future of the continent, standing like deer in the headlights of a semi-truck. The beast didn't hesitate. It swiped a massive, five-clawed paw, sending a trio of second-years flying into the stone pillars like ragdolls.

he growled and slammed its paw on the polished floor once more. The ground trembled, sending a shockwave that cracked up the floor in a long split. We all stumbled,and I lost balance, Kaela and the rest held the trembling shelves for support. “Princess.” Keala stretched her hand to pull me up. I rose to my feet, still clutching the book in my arms. The beast jumped towards us, snarling and scraping its claws on the floor, the sound screeching and unpleasant.

So this imitation wants a fight, does he, the beast thought with a feral pleasure filled him. The imposter leaped at him, and the beast sunk his claws into the flesh of the blonde as they crashed onto the couch. It groaned and exploded into pieces by the brute force of their fall. The imposter yelped as the beast pierced his shoulders more and tried to free his flesh from the beast’s grip, but the beast refused to let go. Instead, with another growl of anger, he brought up his hind legs and kicked the imposter in the chest. He watched satisfied as the other went flying, crashing through the wall and into the other room.