Naruto Has Wolverine S Claws Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Its sharp claws were aimed at me. I pulled away from its path, turning backward when I was ambushed by another wolf. Its sharp claws slashed through my arm. The white orb in my hand fell to the ground, shattering at its sound against the ground. My hold on the phoenix stone in my other hand tightened. I could feel my blood rush freely from my arm.

Aiden swore, earning a growl from me to keep his mouth sealed. "Yes baby!" I praised as their wolves collided in the air, with Ronika knocking down Clara as they rolled down on the ground. My mate stood fast, aiming a paw at Clara's neck. She managed to sink the claws into the skin, tearing off fur and a chunk of meat, making Clara whimper. Blood gushed from the wound, but Ronika wasn't done.

I didn’t let her finish before striving towards her, andrenaline washed over me as i thought about the lies and fake emotions put on me to see. Aurora was a bit shocked by my speed and when i jabbed out my hands at her, something else was different, my vision was sharper and so was my fingers, they had extended and could be almost called as claws as i jabbed at her, her eyes widened a bit and she raised her hands up to block. The knives clenched against the steel and small sparks rode out of the collision. I pressed harder pushing her backwards, she slid and when it looked like she was going to reach a dead end she pressed even further and kicked her knees up at me.

Longer. I slowly opened my eyes. My hands were still human, but my fingernails were elongated, sharpened into distinct, black claws. My knuckles were slightly larger, the skin stretched taut. And my vision, it was sharper, the greens of the forest almost painfully vibrant, the distant rustle of leaves amplified, the faint scent of deer even further away suddenly clear. A soft whimper escaped my lips, a sound that was half human, half wolf. It was horrifying, yet exhilarating. I had done it. I had controlled it.

He slammed inside of her, deep, hard, and then— Pulling away from her so fast, he dumped her unceremoniously on the floor and stepped away from her. She looked up just in time to see the green eyes staring back at her. His claws had slipped out; they'd scratched her hips before he'd pulled away, not that she noticed the pain of the scratch or the unceremonious fall, because she still floated in the whirling clouds of her release. Wolfaraine was at war with himself. He'd been so taken in by her, he'd let down his guards, and the mountain lion had taken the opportunity, barreling its way to the surface and trying to force a shift. He'd come so close to hurting her.

The others fan out, driving back the patrol in small bursts. But one wolf is silver-tipped, bigger than the rest, his cruel red eyes fixed on me. He leaps, and my paw slips on the ice, sending me sprawling. His jaws snap inches from my throat. I twist, slamming my claws into his neck, but his weight pins me, crushing me into the frost-hardened stone. Pain radiates through my shoulder. My lungs are straining. He knocked the wind out of me, and I can’t catch a breath. “Lyra!” Jorin’s roar crashes through my mind. “Roll away! I’ve got him!”

A strange band thing wrapped around his knuckles. "Do you see fangs!? " he questions in obvious frustration. His expression is so cute I can't hold back my laughter. "Nope, but you'd make a Catchy Dracula. " I reply gently swinging my body from side to side. "I'm wolverine! " he scolds and my lips form an 'O' I surprise. He presses a button on the band things around his knuckles and three metal claws pop out of each band causing me to jump back in surprise. He chuckles.

Her hand underwent a jagged, partial shift—nails exploding into five silver, razor-sharp wolf claws. "Damn it!" she shrieked. She brought the claws up, aiming straight for the pulse point on her own wrist. "Vivian!" Mortimer didn't have time to think. He lunged, his bare hand clamping over the lethal claws just as they swung down. The sound of metal-hard bone slicing through skin was a dull, wet thud. Deep, crimson blood sprayed across the floor, soaking the wolf-claws and dripping through Mortimer's fingers in heavy, rhythmic beats. It bloomed across the white carpet like a sick joke.

"My name is Clarisse. Hand the knife..." "Luna?" Dane thundered escaping from her grasp, leaving her with a few strands of hair in her hand "She is not the Luna. I will never allow her to be the Luna" she growled, her eyes changing to a glowing golden color. Her fangs and claws elongated. Clarisse waited for her to fully change into a wolf but she didn't. She launched at her. Clarisse stepped sideways, avoiding her claws, making her lose balance. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed silver was so effective.

Being forced to mark and mate such a disgusting animal made my skin crawl. “Whoa, Nina?” I heard someone ask. I turned to see Wyatt had just walked through the door and both him and Maverick had a look of shock and awe on their face. “Your eyes are glowing!” I blinked a couple times. I didn’t realize my claws were extended so I retracted them and took deep breaths. “Lets go!” I said and walked right past them. I am still fuming. How could they and what prophesy was he talking about? I need answers and I need them now. Hopefully Wyatt as a library. I made my way to the front door and opened it walking out to the forest.