Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

Her rage and adrenaline slowly dissipated as it brought her back to her senses, leaving her feeling drained and shaken. “What have I done!” She whispered to herself, her voice trembling as she gazed down at Jordan's body from two floors below. Her gaze then shifted to her hands, and she shuddered in horror. She found that her nails had elongated and transformed into razor-sharp claws, tearing out of her own skin like talons.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

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.

I’ll tell them their daddy died! My claws release and I see fucking RED!

When we approached their borders, I froze as I saw the bodies of three Lycans scattered across the ground. The once-powerful bodies of my Lycans lay lifeless on the ground. My chest heaved in anger as I charged forward. I crouched down and took a closer look at their bodies. Something had torn through them like they were nothing more than paper. Claws’s mark was evident. Claws. That cursed monster. Claws was a monster that enjoyed killing werewolves. He was named Claws because of how enormous and deadly his claws were. He was once an Alpha but turned into a beast after his father cursed him for killing his step mother.

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