Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Novels & Stories

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

' She asks again, so weak she barely hangs on before passing out. 'Yes! Fucking do it!' I scream as I get onto my hands and knees, my claws elongating into the dirt as I try to brace for the crippling onslaught of the shift at full force. Within seconds of my command, it roars at me in a great flood of pain while another distinct scream joins mine briefly before quieting again.

Cora barely avoids being hit by the heavy wheels, jumping back onto the grass and shouting angrily, "Watch where your paws are driving, you absolute idiots!" The carriage screeches to a violent halt right in front of our boots, and several masked rogue thugs jump out from the back, wielding heavy iron clubs and sharp hunting knives. Cora's voice trembles slightly as she stammers, her eyes going wide, "W-What do your claws think you are doing here? This is the Moonlit Sanctuary territory! My voice can call the elite guards right now!"

I grabbed my helmet, my stick, and took a deep breath but as I moved toward the door, a shoulder suddenly slammed right into mine. Yasmine. She glared down at me with her face behind her helmet, “Don't mess this up, Trixie. If anything goes wrong out there, you know exactly whose fault it’s going to be.” I immediately shoved my shoulder right back into hers, hard enough to make her stumble a bit, and pulled my helmet over my head. “Watch where you're going, captain,” I muttered, marching past her. The moment I stepped out of the tunnel, the crowd and the lights hit me, completely overwhelming my senses. My head spun for a second as the volume of the roaring fans washed over me, and I got bum

It cried out in pain as Ahmes dug her paws into the dirt, pulling back as hard as we could, trying to knock it over. The beast swung its claws at us, striking her right across the left side of her face. Ahmes let go with a yelp. Blood clouding her vision. The pain of the strike stinging with whatever filth was in the beast's claws. "Get up, get up, get up," I screamed as the beast charged at us once again. Its mouth hanging wide open, saliva dripping from its teeth. Its long skeleton-like hand gripped her hind leg. Ahmes growled and snapped at it viciously.

it was easy. Seeing the beast struggling, the Theo rush to the beast taking the opportunity. he jump high toward the head of the beast. Theo stab the knife straight at the eye of beast making the beast one sided blind. The beast got up and roar in pain, shaking his body, to make Theo throw up from his body. But Theo doesn't want to miss such good opportunity, so he move his body to the back of the beast, away from his paw, clutching the neck with both hand, trying to strangle and break the neck of the beast. The beast notice that he cannot reach Theo from his paw, and also cannot shake Theo off from his body. he slam his back at stream with bammm... making water splashhh... all over the shor

His tank top sculpts the slabs of his pecs and ridges of his abs. He’s our mate, and that’s what we wanted more than anything, and he’s extraordinary. Everyone says he’s going to be a legend among the Claws, and I’m a runt, and he almost died because I was stupid and reckless. I almost died. My heart sticks in my throat like a lump, and I shiver. Drops of water patter on the stone shore. Clay rises to his feet and takes a step forward. His boots crunch. My wolf cowers, her ears flattening. She inches backward toward the river.

She spun around quickly, crossing her arms protectively over her exposed chest. “I…I’m sorry…I got worried—I’m sorry,” Evan apologized. “Wow,” He repeated under his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his thick, dark hair. “The Beast isn’t so much of a beast, now is she?” Kat heard the comment and immediately regained her composure. With one arm still over her breasts, she turned back to face him. “Is that so?” She bared her teeth at him before she pushed the door—along with him—closed. “And stay out!” She yelled through the door.

I did more running today than I’ve done in the past five months. “Nothing really, Claud said “I just love Chasing squirrels.” “Well, if you want to blend in with the humans and avoid detection, I started “You’re going to have to stop following your animal impulses” “OH…” Claud said, looking remorseful “I understand. I’ll try.”

He rocked up onto the balls of his feet and leaned forward, towards the Beast, holding its gaze the whole time. The Beast rose slowly to its feet, never breaking eye contact with David. The two of them seemed to be swooning. David’s breathing became shallower and more rapid. The Beast showed its formidable claws. They were long and pointed, yellow like ivory against the dark pelt of its paws. It dug the pointed end of the claws into the rough stone of the patio and scraped large grooves into it.