Deathclaw Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

He reached him within the blink of an eye while raising his claws. Slllasssshhhh “Good bye you asshole.” he said while slitting his throat brutally. Blood drops splattered all over the floor as Alpha Duncan eradicated Drey's existence…..

As the claw approached, it emitted dark energies — wicked, evil, and poisoned, a truly terrible strike. “Demon’s Claw!” yelled Wesley, as he unleashed his signature move upon Zephyr. This was Wesley’s strongest attack yet. He poured all his hatred and malice into this attack, were it to connect with Zephyr, it would drain away his energy channels, eating into his soul. Wesley could not help but flash a wicked grin as he saw his claw about to grab Zephyr. It was at this moment; a great wave of power came forth from Zephyr.

The claw mark on her chest raw and fresh. And he couldn't help it. Closing his eyes, trailing them. He focusses his energy on it. Making a dark substance to replace the red blood and next she knows. The dark substance stitches the wound together, closing it. Healing her. His fingers trail lower to touch her blossoms ,when he stops. Clenching his fists. The humans words resonating in his mind. " I will die but I will never accept a man like you! I hate you! I hate you Than!"

The Beginning of the Tribulation Games 2 Armaloth Each clan was represented by one of the seven participants. Rodeath represents the feared Clan Deathlamb, whose reputation is notable for being fearsome and admirable. This clan is capable of killing anything just by their touch. This is a terrifying power, and all members of the clan inherit this ability. However, not all of them have the power to destroy higher-ranking demons

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

He was done. The remaining Hellhounds took off as soon as they saw my victory. They retreated, not wanting to remain in the presence of the Beast. I was an animal, wild, and savage . . . ready to slaughter whoever stood between me and my family. Gia was mine. I made my point loud and clear, tearing Claw's throat out like a blood-thirsty carnivore. A final tug was all I needed to get me a mouthful of the backstabbing traitor. Claw slumped to the ground, bleeding out onto the parking lot. The dusty rubble drank greedily, feasting on his blood. I spat out the pound of flesh and reared my head in a fearsome roar, the echo reverberating around the roadside and beyond for all to hear. Gia is Mine.