Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

Not desperation. Recognition; Pure, unmistakable horror. And before I could understand why, she moved. Her claws erupted from her fingertips with startling speed. Several warriors reacted… but then she wasn’t going at them. She drove both claws into her own throat. Blood sprayed across the ruined street. And the female collapsed without a sound, dead before her body struck the ground. Silence swallowed the atmosphere. And the laughters disappeared as though it had never existed. The generals who had mocked her were frozen, staring at the corpse with open confusion.

"Let's see how long your spirit lasts against our claws. Keep striking her skin!" The whip strikes her body again and again until dark blood completely soaks through the fabric of her dress, staining the floorboards. The physical pain becomes entirely unbearable, and Malia's resolve finally breaks, her voice crying out in anguish, "Just use your claws to kill my body right now if your rogue pack has the guts!" Gerard angrily shouts down from his throne, "Are your fingers making that call to Derek Hale yet?!"

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

Aura’s pov The indescribable pain was cursing through my blood vessels. They said that your first shift is always hard and painful but this is way too painful then I have ever thought. The bones were arranged in a different skeleton and the skin grew furry hair on my body. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my white claws instead of hands and sharp talons instead of nails. The she-wolf, who was fighting with me earlier, shifted quickly to fight with me. I was new to this power but I knew that I could take her down. I could sense her moves and dodged them easily.

Thick and thin, no matter what and they would be the same for me. Only I didn’t see me ever settling down. Human girls? Fucking boring. Twigs. Too much make-up, stupid attitudes and whiny. Female shifters? Attitude with nothing to back it up. They want too much and give nothing in return. They usually have small tits and no ass. Living in the human world they don’t have to work for it … meaning exercise, taking care of themselves. She-wolfs or any female shifter out in the wild in a real pack is built and strong. You DON’T want to fuck with those chicks. Then there’s Hazel fucking Dennison. The female I love to hate.

I launched myself at Leah, my claws swiping at her with a ferocity that would have terrified any ordinary opponent. But Leah was no ordinary opponent. She was a skilled fighter, and she met my attack with a fierce determination of her own. The two of us clashed, our movements lightning-fast as we exchanged blows and dodged attacks. The forest around us was a blur, the trees looming above us like sentinels as we fought for our lives. Leah's blade sliced through the air, narrowly missing my ear as I ducked to avoid it. I retaliated with a swipe of my claws, but she dodged it easily, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.

She reveled in the terror, her eyes sparkling with malevolence. Just as Reid's blade began its deadly descent, Claudine's scream shattered the air. Her body began to contort, limbs elongating, muscles bulging. Fur burst forth, a thick, silver-gray coat covering her skin. Her face stretched into a snout, razor-sharp claws extending from her fingertips. A colossal beast emerged, its eyes blazing with feral fury.

Dark energy surged around her, coalescing into spectral claws that tore at the ground. It was the power of the Death Goddess, raw and unfiltered, channeled through Evelyn’s form. I instinctively raised my sword, but it felt like a child’s toy against the ancient, malevolent force she wielded. A black wave of sickly sweet air hit me, making my lungs burn, my vision blur. I gasped, stumbling back. Evelyn was no longer just an opponent; she was an avatar of destruction, her movements unnaturally swift, her attacks imbued with a chilling finality.

I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight. Before I could even react, a bomb exploded on my side, silver dust coating Zarek's fur. He growled immediately giving me back control, and I shifted back into my human form to try and remove the dust. I was busy trying to dust myself that I didn't notice my mate had taken out a dagger ready to stab me until one of my wolves slammed into her, causing her to hit her back hard against the tree trunk. "Mine!" I found myself growling. My legs instinctiv