Deathclaw Novels & Stories

“Elder Nevermore, you’re here just in time! Kill this man for me!” Cain was delighted by the old man’s arrival. He pointed at Andrius and commanded the old man to kill him. “Young Master Crestfall, a piece of cake.” The old man cupped his fists at Cain before he headed to Andrius. He said as he walked closer, “Kid, I am Ulysse Nevermore, a pseudo-martial artist.” He sounded proud and his gaze at Andrius was full of disdain. “I cultivated the Nine Yin Skeleton Claws, and I have mastered it to perfection.”

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

My eyes scanned the field for Dexter, but I didn't see him. The battlefield descended into chaos. Claws clashed against steel. Spells shattered the sky. Witches held the line, their chants ringing like battle hymns. Fire and frost danced across the ridge as Lila and her coven unleashed the old magics. I tore through the corrupted wolves, their snarls drowned beneath the thunder of paws and the clash of steel. Around me, the Deathclaw army surged forward like a living tide—relentless, united. And then— It stopped.

~Zegulf~ The human twists his head toward me, blood, sweat, and bruises all over his face, and his bellowing is quieted by the duct tape slapped over his mouth. “Hunter of hybrid vampires,” I continue as I walk around him. My hand lashes out to claw a deep gash across his tattooed chest. “How very fucking frightful.” Leaning against a wall, Declan chuckles and says, “Anyone want to take bets on how many hybrids he’s killed?”

AVA I stood beside Derek and our team, my heart pounding in my chest as we crept through the shadows of the Golden Claw Palace. The night air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of our mission bearing down on us. We had stolen codes and inside information that would help us slip through the back gate undetected, but I knew that didn't guarantee our safety. As we moved closer to the palace, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It was as if my bond with Cane was growing stronger, like an invisible thread connecting us across the distance.

I had to tolerate him, no matter how tempting it was to claw his smug face. Six months ago, Castor and I stumbled across Declan in the Chiri Forest near my mother-in-law’s temple. A Death Sanguines vampiress had made the fatal mistake of biting him. Somehow, Declan survived the venom, his body adapting to it instead of succumbing. Since then, he’d become a trusted ally in our hunt for rogue vampires.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."