Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

At this moment, he felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if there were two mountains hanging on them, and he kept closing them. In the blink of an eye, a dead soul finally couldn't bear it anymore. The smell of vigor emanating from Caspian was an unbearable temptation for the dead souls. It had been extremely hard for them to endure until now. At this time, the dead soul could no longer hold it back. With a roar, he stretched out his huge claws from the void and tore toward Caspian. Each of the fingernails on the claws was about seven or eight feet long, like shining sharp knives.

She couldn't let Ezra die. She tried to pull the man off but they were too strong. "Leave, my queen," Ezra growled as he threw one of the guys away. His back hit the wall making a loud noise of bones cracking. Before Fiona could escape Clarke blocked her way. Her claws extended out and she aimed to kill Finlay. Fiona let out a scream covering Finlay with her body but still, the claws dug into her arm and emerged from the other side tearing her flesh and digging into Finlay's small body as the baby let out a loud wail of pain.

Aiden choked out but instead of trying to struggle to wiggle out of Claw's grip, he began chuckling and laughing along with Claw making Claw grow Co-fused as the seconds ticked off. "What's so funny?" Claw questioned. "It just seems interesting to know that this was the look you had on your face when you watched our dearest mother die. You loved it, didn't you? You enjoyed it." Claw's jaw grew rigid and his grip on Aiden's throat hardened. Claw's eyes grew red like the psychopath that he was but Aiden was able to grab his hands and set a kick to his ball making Claw groan as he released him immediately. "At least, now I know what you looked like when she died."

"Why do you say so?" "We witches don't have claws or fangs. From the image of the dead human, she has bite marks shaped like fangs all over her and deep sharp claw scratches. Fangs and claws are not something we don't have. This only means that she was murdered by a vampire and a werewolf," Dahlia stated. My body ran cold immediately. I am a vampire and a werewolf… but I didn't do it.

How dare this bastard? My claws stretch forth, a low rumbling growl breaks out of my lips as I stab my claws into the chest of the arrogant woman. Twisting in as I feel her heart, my hand drags out, pulling her miserable heart from her chest. I dropped it on the floor, and trampled on it hard. “This is for my Mother that you killed, bitch,” my lips twist in a smile as I watch her take her last breath. Leona struggles to rise to her feet in rage. Ralph holds her, pinning her back in her position. The only thing she can do is cry. She can’t even shift to her wolf ‘cause of the silver handcuff on her.

“Your life has already been planned for you and you are all alone.” ‘I’m here.’ A female voice rings through my head and pain shoots through my entire body. My body hurls itself at Devon, large claws appearing at the tips of my fingers, that plunge straight into his chest. As my hand comes out, fragments of his heart are attached to my claws. He croaks as he stares at me. The claws quickly disappear, leaving pieces of his heart sitting in my hand. ‘Push him.’ The voice mutters inside my head. ‘Push him over.’

> ( I understand that my daughter's life is in danger and you know who is after her and refuse to co-operate so I’m here to make you wish for death ) before any of us could say anything *slash* < ah ah ahhhhhh, you bi- > * slash * < ahh ahhhhhh, how could you just stand there and let her assault me like this ahhhh > She retracted her claws and held onto his shoulder placing her thumb over his heart as he clutched his side ( who is after my daughter?! ) < I will die before I te- ahhhhhhhhhhh stop it ahhhhhh > she was extending her claw into his skin slowly towards the heart, she retracted her nail once again but did not move her hand from it holding place ( who?! ) < just kill me becau – ahh

“Are you certain?” "I wish I wasn't." My gaze never left Elana's face. Her breathing skipped, each breath shallower than the one before it. “Deadclaw was created generations ago.” Greyman said heavily. “It was never intended for ordinary wolves.” "What do you mean?" I asked him, holding her tight against me as I searched her eyes. “It was designed to kill those whose wolf genes remained dormant. Those the old world considered incomplete.” My jaw clenched. "Wolfless." Greyman sighed deeply before continuing. “The poison attacks slowly at first. It paralyzes the system, then enters the bloodstream and begins destroying every organ it reaches. Once it spreads completely, the victim begins cough

I want nothing more than to see Kaelen’s kingdom crumble all around him. The next morning, we handle first things first. We go to the village and look around for supplies. There, we find some large boards that we can use to cover the holes we plan to dig so that other parties don’t accidentally fall in them. We also find the remains of a woman who is about my size. It’s a bit morbid, removing her body, but I have a feeling she wouldn’t mind us using her bones to trick Kaelen, especially since it’s likely his fault–or his family’s fault–that she’s dead to begin with. Over at the tree where I was left, we chain her up. We’d taken the chains initially in case we needed them, but they’ll serve a

But that didn’t make it any easier. Pain ripped through me in waves, fire scorching my veins. My spine twisted, lengthening with a sickening crack. My ribs expanded, pressing against my lungs, forcing a guttural snarl from my throat. My fingers contorted, nails splitting, reforming into sharp claws. I clawed at the ground, but my hands—no, my paws—tore through the dirt. My jaw stretched, snapping into place with fangs aching to tear, to hunt, to own the night.