Naydra's Claw Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes slowly bulge from their sockets as Dane uses his strength to crush Trey’s throat. ‘It’s time.’ Nyx mutters. ‘It’s time to finish him for good.’ Stepping forward, I stretch my hand through the bars as long, sharp claws sprout from my fingertips. My hand makes contact with his chest. Slowly, my claws pierce his flesh with ease, slipping through the layers of skin and muscle until they touch his heart. I hover for a few moments, staring into the eyes of the man that had caused me so much grief and pain.