Deathclaw Novels & Stories

Making her eyes widen to the size of saucers. If you didn't know, silver was dangerous to wolves. It was one of the things that could be deadly to a wolf. So she wondered why he would give her such a weapon. She uncurled her fists and the prongs disappeared. She curled them again, and they appeared. Three on each hand, to be specific. What is this? That is Death Claw, Desmond replied. It's a silver weapon that can be harmful to wolves, and I want you to have it.

The claw tore through the floor. Stone exploded upward. Warriors were thrown backward. Ancient pillars collapsed. The entire First Path shook as though the mountain itself were screaming. For several seconds, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The claw alone was larger than Dreadfang. Black scales covered its surface. Ancient runes burned beneath the scales like molten silver. Power rolled from it in waves. Raw. Ancient. Terrifying. The First King's face had gone completely pale. Althea noticed immediately.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

He says with a raised brow. I’m about to answer his question when Gideon and Outlaw, aka Declan Archer, walk in the door. Declan is a tall bastard too. His hair is dark, nearly black, and his eyes are a deep blue color, whereas Gideon is golden-haired with obsidian eyes. Declan is a true black Irish and quite a deadly fucker. The men are a true contrast. We all shake hands in greeting. Unlike Gideon and I, Declan and I are not overly friendly, but we respect each other. Hunter is a little more enthusiastic in his greeting when he steps forward and shakes the men’s hands. “Reaper, Outlaw. How’s it going?” Both men nod and smile in greeting at Hunter’s excited tone. Priest clears his throat an

the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress. "Hi, I am Craven Steven Vera, a Bervel and the lightning user," "And Xenon Vamir, Vlader and the fire user," Xenon introduced. "And we are..." “THE XEDIAN!” And that's when the students shouted because of admiration. They seem to have lost their minds. The people next to me also screamed, especially Shantelle. Adrian is also getting involved.

It was like a raging wildfire, destroying every single nerve in it's path. My first instinct was to scream, let out my pain, but then I remembered that I couldn't scream. I had to bear the pain. So, I screamed in my hands. My body was shaking and I couldn't move anymore. My howl of anguish was trapped inside my body. I sat in the middle of the muddy road as I cried helplessly. My pink princess dress was soaked in mud. Musky smell of soil hit my nostrils and filled my soul as I awaited my death.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

The air filled with the scent of blood and despair. Swiftclaw, now towering above me, locked eyes with me once more. His sadistic grin widened, reveling in the devastation he had wrought. I could see the satisfaction in his gaze as he prepared to deliver the final blow, to snuff out the last remnants of my pack's resistance. “Your time is up.”, Swiftcall said even as he drew his sword to strike me But just as his lethal strike was about to descend upon me, a hand grabbed his wrist from behind, halting his deadly trajectory.....

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A