Female Deathclaw の小説・ストーリー

Diva rolls her eyes, still swiping at her phone with an unconcerned look. I stretch my hand, I should probably be on my bed considering it is already night, but I am here, working. “No, you don’t get it.” Kai’s shoulders tenses a bit, the line between his forehead deepening. “They didn’t just die by killing themselves; they had marks and claws over their body. And, those claws were not from a werewolf. It seemed bigger.” What the hell? Seriously? Worry starts to churn my stomach, the news does not make me happy, instead it feels like something terrible is wrong, rogues dying? Whatever is going on has to end right now.

Bloodtooth wolves, their bodies marked with their pack's totem. They didn't care about exposing themselves—their brutality was pure vengeance. By the time I got back, all I found were my mom and grandmother's bodies. Now Frostfang's down to me, the only unmarked she-wolf left. To the hyena-like tribal elders, rebuilding Frostfang's glory was just a joke. To them, an unmated female's just a breathing ornament. But Velda? She was different. She just tore through a northern tribe's leader, becoming the first female commander to earn the Bloodclaw Medal.

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.

"The only way you'll take her from me is if I stop breathing." Claw mopped the blood from his busted face as I circled him, kicking up dust from the dirt-covered ground. "If that's how it's has to be," he agreed. "I'm gonna enjoy fucking your bitch up." He snapped his teeth at Gia, and she remained steadfast like the tiny little spitfire she was. "You're a fucking monster," my girl bit back with contempt. She glanced at me and mouthed the words, “Kill him.” The animosity she had for Claw seeped through her narrowed eyes like fiery slits of fury.

"I...i don't know ....ouchhhh" "Second wrong answer. It means second claw removed ! Ready? " "Nooo...nooo...no! No please! Don't ! " She vlycanned back to her human form. But that didn't stop Dylan to persue his plan. He pulled her fingernails out,one after another!

Without the soothing presence of a female, they would lose control and become mindless, bloodthirsty monsters. The original “Clar” had been the kind of female who attached herself to powerful beastmates while secretly sowing chaos. She had been with Kawa, the fierce tiger, Alex, the nine-tailed fox, Lucas, the lynx, Ross, the merman, Blaze, the wolf king, Mozart, the wandering snake, and Kael, the golden eagle—each one stronger and more dangerous than the last. Compared to them, the Elk Tribe of the Southern Region was insignificant. But this unremarkable place might just become the starting point for her turnaround.

Dalziel barked, breaking into a stalk toward me. Kael snarled and made to move. I grabbed his wrist at the same time Izar yelled someone's name. That someone—a muscular, black-haired female in her human form—burst from the throng and launched herself at Dalziel. He twisted out of the way. She somehow anticipated that and slashed her claws—they raked across his face. He yowled in pain and stumbled, but he was down for only a moment. They locked in a fight—and it was brutal.

I extended my hands trying to grab the little girl but the woman came charging at me, I had no time to spare as I dug my claw into her chest, plunging out her heart. The little girl shrieked as I advanced towards her, my eyes grew darker, my claws getting longer, I walked closer to her raising my claw.

The name rattled inside my skull like a cruel joke, one I didn't understand. There was no Luna Deathclaw. There had only ever been one Deathclaw in all the territories, the infamous Zordon Deathclaw, known for his ruthlessness. But I was sure he was yet to find a mate, neither did he have a Luna, so everything seemed absurd to me. I forced my expression to remain calm, but inside, I was burning with anger. My eyes flicked toward the stage, searching for a face. The organizer stood tall, his voice steady as he called out the name again, Luna Deathclaw, inviting her forward.

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."