Deathclaw Novels & Stories

Declan: The charging vampire was older and stronger than Declan, but his fatal mistake was relying on brute strength. He waited until the vampire was on top of him, before dropping to one knee, spinning around and cutting through both his Achilles tendons, nearly severing his feet. The vampire roared and fell forward. Before he could heal, Declan drove his sword into the other man’s back, and twisted, hearing his opponent’s spine crack and break. He freed the blade, and brought it down, severing the vampire’s head.

She wielded her claws with lethal precision, her every strike seeking a vital point. Fen, the embodiment of primal savagery and the leader of the werewolf god destroyers stood tall and imposing, his crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust.

I swallowed hard, knowing there would only be one winner in this fight. Declan was on top of Jasper in an instant, his muscular hands wrapping around the other man’s neck. His face was a mask of fury as he realized this death couldn’t end quickly enough for him. Without another thought, he squeezed, and I heard the sickening crunch of bone breaking under his ruthless grip. And with one last powerful motion, Declan shoved Jasper away from him before kicking to his feet and stalking towards my dad with murder in his eyes. Terror gripped me as I watched Declan claim Jasper’s life without mercy or remorse. Blood smeared across both their bodies like some macabre work of art against earthy tones.

He asks. "I just know this." I tell him looking him right in the eyes. "I'm not afraid of you.' "Then you are foolish." he growls, "I.am Kaden Delacourt. The Primordial hybrid. Destroyer of packs and bringer of death. I killed my own mother and father. Tortured my siblings for eternity. Destroyed countless packs, slaughtering anyone that dared to stand in my way and yet you say you don't fear me? Do I scare you now?!" He growls, snarling his teeth at me.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

I’d totally be messaging the author after this to tell her how much I adored her story. Curious to know if this all-consuming devotion they spoke of really could conquer this dude’s bloodlust, I polished off the next paragraph in record time as Declan beat his clawed fists—yes, I quote, clawed fists—against his chest, fighting an internal battle of wills before, finally—decision made—he dropped his arms, the hair on them giving way to human flesh and his fangs retracting as he focused on her and— The screen of my Kindle went blank.

My shoulder is aching, and my elbow is full of blood, exhausted from my long fight all day and endless battle. I groaned in pain as I felt a talon slashing my hand, leaving a deep cut in the process. I turned to see a creature swinging at me again, coming down with her razor-sharp claws, aiming for my gut. I barely ducked, and the claw scratched my face instead. I react instantly by stabbing the clone in the abdomen, then turning around, spinning and attacking the rest of the clone.

Inside was a girl with dirty clothes lying there. Ivan's eyes turned cold, he reached out and squeezed Jennifer's throat. Jennifer was breathing fast, why was this man so cold, his hand was like a scythe of death that was close to her neck, could squeeze her to death at any time. "Please forgive me," Jennifer whispered, feeling her strength disappear, her throat aching. Is she about to die, why is her body getting weaker and weaker? Ivan squeezed his hand tighter, making Jennifer's already white face look terrifyingly white.

Declan stripped himself off his clothes and he cracked his neck, He sat in a part of the room saturating himself in the steam. He closed his eyes enjoying the feel gently when his mind unintentionally drifted to a particular person. Aeris. Her soft Jasmine scent as he pinned her to the ground, the freshness of her neck. Her unique body in that light cloth. Declan groaned unintentionally and he took his eyes to his cock, staring at the whitish liquid substance that popped out. Fuck, he was going insane. * NIGHTSHADE PACK * The packs castle wasn't too tall and imposing but it's strength surpassed the remaining six packs in of Luna Athena ( excluding Ember Wolves of course.)