Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

He had thought she would die but she survived and lost her leg, it had been better because Alicia had taken her place, winning every female running race and being at the top but seeing her now,it still isn't enough, what he did a year ago still isn't enough for her, he thought as he stood up. Still curled up on the floor, Alicia stared at Thomas and quickly she stood up , hugging him fiercely. "Hey.what happened?"Thomas asked as he held tight in his arms "I want her gone Thomas, I want her gone for good, I want her dead"Alicia cried out and he pulled her back to stare at her crying face. "Who are you talking about?"he asked "Celine Clifford"she muttered in between her cries "Why do you want

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

His breath caught, his claws trembling as he stared, disbelieving, at the woman he had mourned for lifetimes. His voice broke. “Selene…?” Her gaze was tender as she stepped closer, raising a hand to touch his face—but she did not. Her fingers hovered over his skin, a breath away, a memory made flesh. “You must not do this,” she whispered. “Let go, my love.” The Death Wolf recoiled, his expression twisting with torment. “She killed you!” His voice cracked, raw and fractured. “She took you from me! She deserves to die for what she’s done!”

"Please help me... I can't die..." In that moment, something inside her snapped. A sharp pain eent through her body, starting from her spine and then manifesting outside. Her Bones cracked and shifted, muscles contorted and reformed. She could feel her skin stretching, fur shooting out in its place. Her vision blurred, but she didn't falter. Her transformation was complete in seconds, leaving her not as a human, but as a wolf.

Panic clawed at my chest. I tripped and went crashing down, the ground knocking the breath out of me. The sky spun above just before a vicious growl split the silence. Five wolves launched themselves at me, their claws raking across my skin, hot lines of pain burning into me as my blood soaked the dirt. Their teeth snapped so close to my throat that I could feel their hot, foul breath. “Don’t tear her too much—her corpse must be recognizable.” It was a familiar female voice, chilling. The last thing I heard before life left me.

“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.”

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.

Also, I was curious to see how Philip and Brenda would react when they found out the person they had skinned and cut up to pieces was me. Brenda picked up on something more to Layla's words. She grabbed her wrists. "Layla, what are you talking about?" There was not a hint of regret on Layla's face. "That useless wench won't come back anymore. She's been buried in that sculpture since the beginning." "You're saying… That person was Hazel?" Brenda subconsciously took a few steps backward. On the other hand, Philip covered his mouth and stood frozen to the spot. He must have recalled that the skeleton was missing the bones of three fingers. He had spent a lot of time creating the missing parts

But that didn’t bother her, giving into her animal instincts gave her solace, gave her peace. Within a few seconds, the white wolf was gone, and in its place stood a tall, lean woman with hair almost as white as snow and eyes as blue as the endless oceans. In place of the white wolf, now stood Mikalya Carnell, the first ever Female Alpha in the world dominated by male shifters.