Farosh Claw Totk Novels & Stories

[Available upgrades] CLAW - POISON CLAW(50)- STRENGTHEN CLAW(50)- CURVED CLAW(50) BODY- ARMORED SKIN(50) Last time I took 2 upgrades on my body, this time I'll do two upgrades on my claw then. I'll take the poison claw to help me take care of prey faster and the curved claw so that I can escape using the walls of the dungeon. Yes, this is perfect. [Do you wish to upgrade to poison claw and curved claw?] Yes! [Upgrading] I feel like I forgot something..... NO!!! The pain!!

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.

He went to the middle and clapped his hand as he got all of the people's attention. "Hello, everyone! I am happy to announce that the Raos Clan got a rare spirit beast!" He announced. He summoned the rare spirit beast that he was talking about. "It's a Third-Eye Hawk! Although it is nothing compared to the Gigantic Firebird that I almost bought last time." He chuckled. Soheila rolled her eyes when she heard that. (Almost caught? You can't even get close to my Firezha.)

So, I decided to make him useful by transferring his power to my granddaughter. We arrived at Totem's cell, where he was restrained with chains on his hands and feet, much like Rolo. "Lyca, this is Totem from the ORGAROX Clan. His power is ERASER, and he is responsible for erasing the events that occurred to Jove and to you on that fateful night. Unfortunately, I lack sufficient evidence to hold ORGAROX accountable for what they have done to your aunt. Now, tell me, do you feel any remorse for this man?" I asked, turning to Lyca.

When she finally felt the root frequency lock she sat back and realized her hands were shaking slightly. Edric watched her. "The Claw is the most volatile of the four." "Is it always like that or is it responding to me specifically." "Shadow artifacts respond to shadow magic practitioners with either resonance or resistance depending on the practitioner's alignment." He paused carefully. "The Claw is resisting you because it was made to hold shadow magic in, not let it run through." "And the Crimson Tooth." Edric was quiet for a moment too long again. "Edric." "The Crimson Tooth is Bloodfang's artifact," he said. "It responds to Alpha blood and bonded Luna blood. For you specifically it will

While she assumes the position, the staff that seamlessly molded with her transformation is placed down beside her and those glowing green eyes revert to a stagnate green. “Thank you, my king, for this opportunity!” Her voice comes out humbly like she is trying to appease a father figure. Malakai darts those red orbs down to her and gives a nod of approval rather than scorn. Volde stops in his tracks and he narrows his eyes on the woman in question. Though his stern look is out of rage and jealousy rather than approval and gratitude. That mighty voice of the king reaps through the air and causes the crowd to go silent. “Stand gladiator and tell me your name.” The elf takes a moment to gather

Two-centimeter-long claws were attached to each of its fingers. "You think you can kill me with that strange outfit?" Narakashura released both wings. She spread a fire blanket over her legs and arms. Her chest was also covered by a suit of armor made of fire. "If we can't kill you with these clothes, then all we need to do is kill you by ripping out that haughty tongue of yours first." Black Tiger nodded slowly.

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

Zephina whispered, her fingers twitching against the iron clasp of her cloak. I reached out, my fingers hovering just above the polished surface of the artifact until the ambient chill began to numb my skin. The charm was carved from the dense femur of a young calf, its surface polished to a greasy, pearl-like sheen that caught the amber lamplight in distorted curves. Deeply etched into the reverse side was the jagged signature of a binding array, a sequence I recognized from the guard captains' ruined armor.