Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

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...!

She's all bloody and battered Her sores are yet healed. Punny omega healing. I climb down my throne. I walk towards her. I raise her chin. She pass me an angered but frightened look I chuckle deviously. It'll all soon be over. It'll take less than a minute. I sprout my claws. She jerks. Her eyes broadens. She gaze at them then at me. She shivers svd whimpers. Water form wughjn her eyes. Good thing I care less. She must dies.

Claws extended from her fingers, long and razor sharp, dripping crimson onto the stone floor. Her eyes blazed molten gold. Feral, wild and beautiful. A man lay at her feet, convulsing. His hands clutched uselessly at his throat where deep gashes wept rivers of blood. He gurgled, choking on his own life, eyes rolling back. He'd been trying to sneak up behind me. She'd stopped him. Killed him. My wolf surged with pride, howling approval. Mate. Mate. MATE. But my human side couldn't process what I was seeing.

She froze for a moment too long, and Claire lunged at her. With surprising ease, Claire caught the deer’s hind leg with one arm as she dashed forward. It kicked back, braying frantically, and contacted Claire’s brow. She felt the bone shatter underneath the force, but she did not scream. Instead, an animalistic growl roared from her throat, surprising her with its power. With a single twist of her wrist, she snapped the doe’s limb, not reacting to her horrifying scream. She tried to run, and for a single, sadistic moment, Claire stood back, allowing the doe to hobble a few paces before making her final attack. She launched into the air, high above the deer, and landed on her back. There was

Everything she had built and everything she had ruined collapsed around her in a pool of blood. If only she could turn back time, just once. She would love Jade. She would protect and care for the children the way they deserved. She would stop trusting the wrong people. "Just die already, bitch! I've already taken your place. So you can die in peace. Die! Die!! Diiieeee!" Vanessa screamed and drove the knife into Clara again and again, blood splattering everywhere. A single tear slid from the corner of Clara’s eye and dropped silently onto the floor.

She danced through the chaos, her movements fluid and precise, her fangs and claws striking with deadly accuracy. Freya, torn between her lost memories and her allegiance to the Dark Moon's Pack, fought with a mix of confusion and strength. Her once-golden fur now adorned with streaks of silver, she stood as a symbol of both strength and prowess. Her purple eyes blazed with a fierce resolve as she faced her former allies, her fangs and paws slashing through the chaos with a hint of hesitation.

“I think you said you’d bring me down here if I could take out your three best fighters in three rounds, and now I’m standing here, so yeah, I think we’re negotiating.” There’s a moment of silence, and my stomach coils into a knot. Clay doesn’t blink. Finally, Eldrick’s mocking voice floats through the open slot. “Smell that, Ditch? I know you do. Did you know the young males dare each other to come down here at night? They swear that on a full moon, you can hear the echoes of the female’s screams.” Ice runs through my veins. Clay stares steadily in the direction of Eldrick’s voice. “We’re such a superstitious lot. The female’s not dead.” Eldrick chuckles. “But I’m sure she wishes she was.”

At one point, she was so certain he was clawing at her bones. "Please... No! Don't touch me!" The man growled, claws sinking further into her flesh. Maya was frozen with fear as those sharp teeth flashed across her face. 'She's done for. This is where she dies.' The pain was blinding. And a part of Maya had already accepted her fate, death at the hands of a ghoul.

My voice was soft, yet it made Victoria burst into tears on the spot. "Thief, goodbye." I bit into Victoria's neck with one swift movement. Her enhanced Gamma wolf couldn't even move under the pressure of my Alpha power. Pain almost instantly spread throughout Victoria's entire body. She collapsed helplessly, eyes full of tears, still begging for mercy: "Lexi, I was wrong, I was wrong... Ah!" Victoria let out a terrible scream, then couldn't say another word. As she approached death, I released her neck, my tone gentle.

“She isn’t your mate, Ryder. She never was. And if killing her is what it takes to have Silas back, then I’ll do it.” Her words sent a surge of fury through me. With a vicious growl, I rushed toward her. Cecelia barely had time to react before I seized her and drove my claws into her chest, pinning her beneath me. “Awoooollllll!” Her eyes widened in shock as my claws sank deeper. For the first time since this battle began, the defiance in her eyes disappeared. I tightened my grip, my fury consuming every ounce of restraint I had left and then I felt my claws break through… and into her heart… ripping it off from her chest.