Naydra's Claw Novels & Stories

He took his hand and shoved two fingers into her cunt while trailing his tongue in circles around her clit. The feeling was nothing Nadia had ever felt before. Her walls clenched as she felt it boiling inside of her. He opened her cunt wider by inserting another finger; his fingers moved with rhythm touching her g spot. His tongue was punishing her clitoris. She squirted all over his face, and he yanked out all of the beads at once.

I didn’t know whether to light her on fire or hug her. She crouched in front of me, hands resting on her knees. “Name’s Nyra. I’m not in the Trials. Don’t want the drama, don’t need the trauma. I just make potions, talk shit, and mind my damn business.” She gestured around the forest. “Except when I’m out here collecting deathroot and I hear someone screaming like she’s being impaled against a pine tree. So naturally, I had to investigate.” I just stared at her.

A powerful energy exploded from her suddenly and several nobles stumbled backward and guards nearly fell. The room erupted into chaos. "What's happening?" "Get back!" "Protect the King!" Nyra cried out and the silver marks flashed brightly, then it happened, her hand changed and gasps filled the throne room instantly. Sharp silver claws emerged from her fingers, not human, not fully wolf, something in between. Everyone stared in horror, nobody moved, nobody breathed because for the first time... Nyra partially shifted in front of the entire court.

Her gaze locked on Rheya, fierce and unyielding. “You should not have touched me. What gives you the audacity?” Nyra whispered, her voice layered with something not entirely her own. Rheya backed away, but it was too late. Nyra surged forward with speed she did not know she possessed, her strike sending Rheya crashing to the floor. Blood spilled from Rheya’s shoulder where Nyra’s claws had torn deep. Rheya screamed, the sound echoing through the hall. “Help! Guards! Someone!” The sound jolted Nyra. Fear clawed through her as she realized what would happen if they saw her this way.

Kaelia followed, scroll tucked at her belt, twin daughter asleep against her chest in a swaddling of obsidian silk. “Stay close,” Nyra called. “Watch for ambushes.” A howl shattered the fog. From every direction, shadowy shapes emerged, Obsidian King’s scouts, half-seen in the mist, blades drawn. The Ironwood wolves howled back, charging. Blades clashed in the gloom. Nyra leapt from her mount, sword bright with lunar runes. She spun, cutting through a band of marsh warriors whose eyes glowed with hellish light. Each stroke was precise, wolf magic granting her speed, infernal power lending weight to her blows.

He knew my boundaries, yet he’d dragged me right back into the mud. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. Cole Ryder. And beside him, Talia Brooks, looking immaculate in pack velvet. They were watching the entire spectacle from the gallery steps. The humiliation was absolute; I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. “Our contract was an arrangement by the elders, Chloe,” Noah defended himself, his voice shaking. “You agreed we could seek our own choices before the full moon.”

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?"

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."

Puc had handpicked them exactly for moments like this. He clicked once over the comm. “Ghost One reporting. Dawlya perimeter wards unstable. Confirm visual?” Three double-clicks answered. His squad saw it too. They descended. The approach to the Dawlya enclave had always been treacherous twisted stone, black sand, and thin patches of magical distortion. Tonight, the distortions flickered like dying embers. Whatever the Dawlya council had done, whatever ritual they attempted, whatever circle they tried to seize or restrain had torn chunks out of the very ground.

Elders shifted uneasily. Three bonds to one Luna. It was unheard of. Raven’s vision swam. Her chest felt as though it would split apart beneath the weight of so much power. She could hear her wolf howling inside her, torn in three directions. “No,” Axel ground out, fury vibrating in his bones as the crowd murmured louder. “This isn’t real. She’s mine. She’s mine!” His bond flared brighter, golden fire lashing violently as if to burn the others away. But Nyxian only smirked, his shadowy aura refusing to retreat, while Cairo’s presence flowed calm and unyielding like the sea.