Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

Her fingers twisted and elongated into vicious, black claws. It wasn’t a woman. It was one of those disorted Lycan. With a shriek that tore the silence to shreds, it launched itself at him.

Leona sighed in resignation. In the next split second she stretched out her fingers in front of Ash who had just set his feet on Leona's right side. "Look! Can my fingernails give him such deep claws? The only female vampire with terrible fingernails is Irina Skarsgard." explained Leona at length.

Thank-" However, the girl didn't get to finish her words. Everyone got horrified at the scene before them. So was the brunette. Her eyes came out of her orbits in shock as her parted lips spurted blood. Clair's left hand had shifted into a wolf's claw, piercing through the jugular of the brunette. Everyone got up in their places. The brunette's lifeless body soon fell to the ground. Claire shifted her claw back to her hand and slightly licked the blood off from the participant's locket that she got from the brunette's neck.

Its growl grew into a tiny whimper. He pulled his claws out of its chest, only to ram it into its gut with so much force, he pulled out its stomach, “You will never, hurt another woman again.” Caleb grunted. He dug his claws straight into the Weres chest once again, and this time, its heart was ripped out. As he watched the life fade from its eyes, he felt an odd sense of relief.

Her senses were heightened, her speed unmatched. Emma's eyes flickered with a mixture of remorse and pain as she stood before the lifeless body of Clyde, his form imbued with the essence of the Nashgur. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of her actions. She possessed the power to resurrect the dead, but at what cost? This, she was yet to find out. The atmosphere became filled with energy as Emma extended her golden paw, placing it gently upon Clyde's motionless chest. She closed her eyes, channeling the dormant power within her, summoning the forces that bridged the realms of life and death.

Her body shudders around me as she peaks, pleasure and agony in competition. I slash across her body with my claws, horns now extended and eyes black. I want her to see me, to understand what she has begged for. She opens her mouth in suffering as her skin is lacerated. She tries to turn over to crawl away, and she flips straight into her dead friend. The friend she had helped kill. I chuckle as I see the realization register in her mind. She tries to jump up but collapse onto her broken ankles. She throws her head back in muted howls and cries. I throw her down onto the dead girl face to face with her as she trembles in terror. I pull skin from her back, her heart is erratic now. She will g

"You've said that one already. Don't tell me you've fallen for her charms." Nigel scoffed, his expression turning serious. "No, it's not that. There's more to her than meets the eye. You know how we can sense our own kind, the unmistakable scent of the supernatural. Well, she has a hint of it, James. She's different." A slow smile spread across James's face as he absorbed Nigel's words. "You're saying she's not human?" Nigel nodded, his eyes narrowed. "It's possible. I've been observing her, and there's something about her aura, her presence. It's familiar, yet different. I can't quite put my finger on it."

The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

Piece of cake! I howled as I liked to make my presence felt. Their reddened eyes turned to me just as one of them tore at the man’s throat and grabbed the woman. I almost lost my mind with rage when I saw their damn claws at her neck. To my surprise, he didn’t sink his fangs in, instead, with full force, he broke her legs. Her desperate scream of pain echoed through the forest. The trees would be the only witnesses to the massacre I was about to make. In pain, she fainted. They messed with her. Big mistake!

In this pack, being born a female is a curse in and of itself. I cursed myself for being here to witness those women's anguish every time I heard them whimpering and screaming. It serves as a reminder that at some point, I may find myself lying on my deathbed. I get chills just thinking about it, and it feels like my blood is being drained out of me. Alpha Xian resembled a raptor. He uses a special whip with silver knuckles that, when struck, can protrude a large amount of flesh. It is quite awful. It pleases him when the women in his bed scream. Monstrous...!