Naydra's Claw Novels & Stories

Footsteps echoed behind her, and the next moment, a large hand grabbed her wrist. Before Nyla could react, Clark pulled her forcefully toward the exit. His grip was strong, causing Nyla to stumble, nearly falling. When she tried to shake him off, his grasp on her wrist was like a vice, leaving her no chance to break free. It wasn't until he dragged her into the stairwell and backed her against the wall that he forced her to look up at him from below, his eyes burning red. "Nyla, do you still have any feelings for me?"

Breayna explains. Oh, these two are good. They are being so nice and calm. They are not showing any anger or irritation yet. That’s when I notice that both are wearing something over each of their fingers. They look like claws. What the fuck? I turn to ask Xavier and notice that Kade has joined the group. He explains that they have titanium metal claws that can slip over each finger. He says they are incredibly sharp, and the girls keep them that way.

My face, I hoped, showed nothing. "Her name is Naya, isn't it?" Cressida's voice was soft, almost gentle. "Seven years old. Silver eyes. Dark hair. She has his jaw, did you know that? I noticed it in the courtyard, even with her face hidden. The Blood Moon jaw. Malakai has it too. It's... unmistakable." "What do you want, Cressida?" "I want to make a deal." She leaned forward, the candlelight carving shadows under her cheekbones. "Woman to woman. Mother to mother. I want to give you a way out."

“The Hunters would never…” “They would,” Lyandra cut in, triumphant. “And they have, they kneel to me now. And not only them.” Her smile sharpened. “The Hollow Veil has whispered in my ear. I carry their blessing, I am both the vessel and weapon and together, we will burn your banners and salt your bones.” Raven’s stomach twisted. Lyandra wasn’t merely allying with old enemies but she was binding herself to the darkest of powers. Nyxian’s voice brushed against Raven’s ear, so low only she could hear. “She has sold her soul and she is no longer wolf.”

Jenna nodded, “I know.” Jenna turned around. Nat had stopped walking. “Nat are you ok?” Nadia called. Nat nodded but she couldn’t help thinking Clay meant something. She remembered that name, but why? She had been in captivity all her life. She never really got to know any of the creatures or humans that came through the pub’s door, there was no use. They always were sold. Jenna was the first real person she had talked to in a long time. Jenna had done most of the talking, but Nat didn’t mind. When she asked her about escaping, that had given her hope again. No one ever talked about escape. Mack’s prisoners all gave up hope and if they did try to escape, they never took anyone else with them

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

Nyra yelled, her voice already shifting into clinical command. I didn't need to be told twice. I got a good grip on the boulder, my muscles straining. With a guttural roar, I lifted it, the veins in my neck standing out. Jorge cried out in pain as the pressure was released, but Nyra was already there, her hands flying to his leg. "It's broken," she said, her voice grimly certain. "Ardonis, find me two strong, straight branches. Now!"

Sardonyx said her heart pounding vigorously. “You’ve heard of her Scott asked. “Mom told me about her when I was little. She was a vampire who stole a powerful medallion from a coven of Witches called the Cultch. “You look scared Don. What’s so special about the Clutch?” Sardonyx stood up fearful to tell her adoptive brother. “The Clutch was lead Nadia Pryde. My biological mom.” “Your real mom worked for mine?” As Scott turned away from Pastor Miles, the religious figures regain dominance over his own mind.

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.

she replied, running her fingers through his hair. Nathan leaned in and kissed her passionately. Joyce could feel her heart racing as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. Joyce's towel slipped off as Nathan's hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly as he kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. Her eyes rolled towards her big window and saw a human figure watching them, or so she thought. Her eyes snapped open in shock. "Nathan, someone's watching us!" she exclaimed, pushing him away and reaching for her nearby towel to cover herself.