Deathclaw Novels & Stories

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

"Oh won't you move a bit so she doesn't think you are as useless as you pretend your nature is. Oh, I do wish that he would be somewhat of interest right now to display that he is my perfect experiment. Ms. Spitz, this is my prized bull, I gave him the nickname: mirage because that's what he is. He doesn't look thirty six does he? He was a disabled veteran when he was surrendered to us. He was special services. A fantastic five foot eleven inches and solid three hundred pounds. I love he looks like there is nothing going on in his space. But, do not be decieved, it is anything but." I had been standing in Dr. Dawson's shadow and I could tell that the specimen was somethin that made m

I let my power recede into me slowly, freeing them from its forceful hold. “Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their head still bowed. “Who?” I asked, turning to my Gamma. A growl escaped Nikolai’s lips. I already knew who the person was. “Declan Hale.” There it is. That fucking name. The Creed Pack called him The Shadow. He was a ghost. An assassin for hire. People whispered his name in secret like he was some god. But to me, he was just a feral mutt that needed to be exterminated.

The rush of power flowed through me like fire in my veins, and Declan hit the ground running, paws digging into the dirt as I sprinted toward the wreckage. Two rogues were moving around her car which had been flipped upside down. Declan bared his teeth, his growl rumbling deep in my chest. He launched himself at the first one, tackling him with all the force I could muster. His jaws closed around the rogue’s neck, and with a savage twist, I heard the satisfying snap of bones. The rogue crumpled to the ground, lifeless, but there was no time to bask in the victory. The second rogue turned on us, eyes wild with desperation. He lunged at us, but Declan was faster, and met him mid-air. His claws

John by the Moon Goddess herself—a gift that set them apart in both strength and reputation. Their distinguishing feature lay in their wolf claws, a striking midnight blue hue that held a formidable power. Any wolf wounded by the claws of a Nightclaw could not rely on their innate wolf healing to quicken the recovery process. This ability struck fear into the hearts of both rival packs and rogue wolves alike, cementing Nightclaw’s status as one of the most powerful packs in the region.

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

“Send them looking for me? Call an ambulance when you crashed the car in the first place? You left me to—worse than die.” A long, heavy silence descended on the room. Clayton’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Drew lifted his hands, spreading his fingers to show them the gleaming, razor-sharp length of his claws. “I have ten of these,” he said, his voice so calm and even and deadly that I grabbed him by the arm, my breath catching. Oh, shit. “You have a lot more than ten internal organs between you. I’ll have to double up. You better fucking pray I get bored and do it quickly instead of slowly.”

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

Foreclaws grew into seven‑inch curved daggers of keratin reinforced with rune‑iron; my jaw unhinged into a monstrous lupine maw lined with fangs designed solely to shred titan arteries. The Primal Wolf of the Snows reared on its hind legs, a four‑meter bulk of pure, killing rage. I howled a blast that shattered the few remaining windows in distant battlements and charged downhill straight into the magma crater. The Dragon smiled cruelly, stepped forward, and swept the air with his burning pike. The opening clash was a cataclysm.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.