Female Deathclaw Novels & Stories

"But I won't give up on you. There's still good within you, buried beneath the darkness. Fight back!" As our fierce battle raged on, I could feel a surge of power coursing through my veins. The darkness within me responded eagerly to my commands, fueling my attacks with an intensity that matched my twisted resolve. My claws sliced through the air, aiming to injure Freda, to weaken her resolve. Freda, however, proved to be a formidable opponent. She fought back with unwavering determination, her movements fluid and precise. Even as my claws tore through her ethereal form, she refused to yield. Her eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of sadness and steadfast resolve.

“Dying…” She said coldly as she took her claws across both arms and wrists in a hug like manner. She dug them in deep from shoulder all the way down to hands. More blood pooled onto the floor. She stared at the blood as she took her claws across both her thighs next digging in deep to hit every vein possible. “Stop!” Dracon said loudly as he was still pushed back by the mist. She looked at him with a defiant look as she took one hand to her throat and another to her chest digging deep into them as she slid her claws across both of them

But there was nobody there. I got off my horse and walked closer. There were so many dead bodies on the ground, but I didn’t flinch. I’d seen worse when I went to battle, and death was not something that surprised me. But when I looked closely, there were claw marks on their bodies—not just any kind of claw. I’d seen this one for centuries. It traced back to family. It was from a Lycan. And there was only one Lycan I knew who was this chaotic.

—the remnants of my polished hair, my clear skin, the way my clothes fit with tailored precision. "You bring us a glass doll, Clyde," one of the Elders rasps, her voice sounding like grinding stones. She is a woman whose face is a roadmap of scars, her eyes a milky, terrifying white. "A creature of central heating and silk. Does she even know the taste of the wind?" Clyde’s jaw tightens. I feel the low-frequency vibration of his wolf beginning to hum, but he holds his tongue. He knows the rules. If he defends me, he confirms their suspicion.

she cried. My body still couldn't respond. I was in great panic now–wild and frenzied. Frost's voice broke through again. "Vera... don't do this." For a brief second, she looked almost bored. Then her expression hardened. Without warning, claws shot out from her fingertips. It was long, curved, and wickedly sharp. "Don't get it all wrong," she said as she got to him. "I'm a witch, not a werewolf. But I got the claws as a gift."

She said. “ It would have shown that you made a mistake, and token responsibility for your action. But since you are so ornery, you don’t deserve to live” I said. Right there Daniyelle kicks me with her back paws, that push me back a little. She got up immediately and tackle me to the ground. with her being on top of me, she claw my right side, I growled, then she said “ It’s been a pleasure getting to know you Tiffanye, too bad it has to end this way” Before she could do anything, I claw her face, and she let out a cry, with all of my strength I was able to roll over, me being on top of her then I said “ I told you if you hurt my sister I will kill you” that when I bit down on her neck, It

Then she heard and deep roar and scream, assuming it was the creature After a moment, she opened her eyes again, not feeling the impact of the creatures foot. She looked up and saw the black draekon with its jaws around the monsters neck, pinning it to the ground with his claws. The monster was flailing, screeching out into the treetops. But the draekon kept it pinned, digging its claws into the creatures chest. The draekon tensed, and closed its jaw tighter and ripped the throat out of the creature, silencing its screams and ending it's flailing.

It has been so long anyone dared me, no one had ever after seeing what happened to the Death Claw Pack, I had made sure their name was erased while their little sons and daughters became my slaves. Once again, the Red Moon Pack is repeating history, my gaze shifted to his son beside him, my anger increased a thousandfold, My claws grew larger and stronger, I could feel all my muscles grow larger, his eyes jammed with mine making me feel. the pain of betrayal, this was the same asshole I wanted to hand my daughter to, A deep growl of sadness and fury erupt in my mouth as I recalled my daughter who was already dead, they got the gut and killed her for real...

He was old and ready to join his ancestors but with the way the death of females is going rampant, he might even join his ancestors within the blink of an eye. "And who's the murderer?' "The windows of each female were shattered. The murderer had sharp claws and I must say. This isn't a human doing!" The king heaved a sigh of frustration. He volunteered to go see the bodies of the females alongside his sons. Damon stayed behind, he wasn't of any use and couldn't see the dead bodies. He sat elegantly on his chair as his lips twitched and formed a smirk. The daughter of the new duke wasn't spared!

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, my wet sneakers squeaking loudly against the pavement. “I just need to focus on the game and that’s it.” Except that thought brought on a whole new wave of panic because the regional female championship game was in exactly one week. ONE WEEK! And between getting insulted by the betas, ignored by my sister, and the fact that my defense angles actually were kind of sloppy today? I wasn't even halfway close to being prepared. God, I wonder if it's too late to fake my own death and move to a different state. I slipped through the back door and moved like a ninja up the stairs. If Mom or Dad caught me looking like this, the lectures would never end.