Novel & Cerita Naydra's Claw

“Dain was mine from the moment I set eyes on him, and if I cannot have him—if I cannot possess him, then no one can.” Then, with her nails elongating into jagged claws, the specter of Nadia launched herself at me.

one breathed, voice reverent. “Good,” another replied. “That saves us the trouble.” Nyxara lunged. She fought not as a woman, not as anything resembling a human, but as a creature of legacy: all bone and claw and fury honed by generations of survival and loss. She snapped one collector’s neck and felt the resistance, saw the bones twist and knit themselves back together, wrong and unnatural. She shattered another’s arm, watched the flesh reform, as if time itself bent to their will.

“You may remove the shell of silence.” Keyla did so, and the murmur of voices from across the lawn drifted their way. She took a step back as Nayara lifted her wings. There was a collective gasp from behind her as the Dragon leapt skyward and climbed swiftly with great strokes of her wings. Keyla watched her departure feeling giddy. Randey was coming to her. She felt like a little girl again. Randey’s stomach was knotted with nervous butterflies. He did his best to ignore the sensation, to keep himself focused on his task. It proved to be difficult, however, in his current surroundings.

My powers had always shown but I never noticed. Now, I was stronger than before. I was stronger than her. I screeched to a halt, the ground creating a large dust behind me but I didn’t stop. I now walked deep into the ruins of the RedClaw pack. I was There she was. Seated cross legged against the wreckage of the RedClaw pack, on top a broken block SUV was Natalie. “Took you long enough, Pyra Blackwood. I expected you sooner or are you just naturally slow?” Natalie hissed, a smirk on her face as she stood up, cracking her knuckles as long claws extended from the tip of her fingers. “Or just weak?”

Her attention darted in every direction, yet I lingered silently above with dried branches covering me. "Who's there?" her tiny fragile voice pierced through the air like an unsung melody. She wrapped her arms over her body, wet clothes sticking to her body as she rushed out of the water. Nyra quickly grabbed the big clothes and pulled them over her head. Her body shuddered, yet she stood gallant, her features in defiance as she picked up a tiny branch. A dry chuckle escaped from my lips as I shook my head. "What a petty weapon to pick. Those tiny claws of yours are better than the feeble stick in your hands," I stated coldly, still not moving from where I was.

“I haven’t given many rides to people on my back. Usually, when I’m collecting a person to take back to my lair, I’m forced to snatch them up in my claws. Most of the time, they’re not content to just climb on and come back with me.” “Probably because no one has told them they’re not about to be eaten,” Nya said, sucking some of the pulp from the fruit off of her thumb. “What about before?” she asked, not sure if it was a good idea to delve into the past when she wasn’t sure if she was going to help him return things to how they’d once been or not.

He kisses her upper thigh and moves his fingers over her clit. "Let's find your g-spot" and draws a circle on her clit with his thumb. He continues to draw circles making Daisy a moaning mess. She was digging her nails into his shoulders and gasping out loud when he enters two fingers inside her. Her knees were going weak, making her unable to stand anymore. But Magnus was determined to find what he was searching. He stops circling his thumb on her clit and pushes his wet soaking thumb up her ass making her scream and moan Magnus's name.

The poison was spreading faster. “Arden,” Greyman called gently through the link. “How long has it been?” I glanced at the clock on the wall. "Nearly twenty minutes." “Then you don't have much time.” His words settled over me like a weight I refused to carry. "I can still use my abilities, Greyman." Deadclaw cannot be forced out like ordinary poison. "You said your powers haven't returned and even if they have, we don't know yet…" I cradled her securely against me as I carried her upstairs to our bedroom.

If she lost the baby, it would mean she was truly meant to be separated from it. Determined, Nyla tilted her body sideways, causing the chair to topple over and crash to the ground. The pain was intense, but she pushed it aside and used her knees to move toward the nearest shard of ceramic. She maneuvered her body into an awkward position to reach it. After what felt like an eternity, Nyla, drenched in sweat, finally grasped a shard. She used the shard to cut through the ropes binding her hands. The shard sliced into her fingers, but she didn't flinch or stop.

He turned and sprinted for the light. I drew The Redeemer again. My hands were shaking so violently that I had to use both to steady the aim. Trigger, recoil, fire. I emptied the rest of the clip. Bang. Bang. Bang. The silver grazed her shoulder, it bit into her flank, but Nadia didn't even flinch. Each hit only seemed to fuel her spite. She launched herself into the air, her massive frame eclipsing the dim light, her claws extended like obsidian daggers.