Panther Claw Marks Novels & Stories

"What?" Alpha Ethan stands, slow and heavy like his body is weighing every thought. He crosses his arms and begins to pace around the room. "You think it relates back to your amnesia?" "I don't know." I breath. "But last night I found markings on my door." "Markings?" I nod, biting my lip as I feel sweat begin to coat my skin. "Claw marks. Not like any wolf I know though." Alpha Ethan curses under his breath and turns away, running a hand through his hair.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and then the scent of blood oozed. I didn't say a word. I just smiled, and watched the horror look on his mistress’ face. She seemed to not be able to believe the fact that he had slashed my arm, leaving an unexpected mark. “Get out of my pack before I do more!" He yelled with anger in my mind. My heart kept racing, but then I didn't say a thing. I watched how he acted so aggressively, then it was time for me to act. I charged towards him, my claws digging deep into his arm with a smirk on my face.

They looked like they were about to spill their bowels on their pants out of fear. “Then speak,” I ordered, fixing the pair with a sharp glare. One of them, a wiry man named Calder, stepped forward. With trembling hands he placed a small silver case on the table and opened it, revealing neatly labeled bags of fur, soil samples, and claw fragments. “We analyzed the fur and the claw marks left on the bodies, Alpha,” Calder began. “The wounds were deep, precise, and consistent across all victims. The claws belonged to Alphas—no doubt about it.”

’ She says back. As I continue to roam his shoulders, chest, and arms, I notice lots of scars. Long and thick, short and thin and every combination in between. His chest is chiseled, bare of any hair and golden brown, matching the tan on the rest of his skin. I gasp when I see the marks on his abdomen, circling around to his waist. “Claw marks.” I say out loud, not to anyone but myself. They are deep and red. The details of the lines left behind tell a story of an excruciating battle.

The pain was sharp, and it bloomed into heat that spread across his skin like spilt wine. “There,” Fyre murmured, his amethyst eyes gleaming as he lifted his claws to his lips. The tips were wet with red. “Now you wear my mark, little one. The first of many.” León's breath came in ragged gasps. He looked down at his chest. There were now four thin lines on it, perfectly parallel, each beaded with blood that trickled slowly toward his stomach. The sight terrified him, but beneath the terror, something else stirred. Something that made his cock twitch against his thigh.

“ …..He...lp...me….ple..ease” Mark immediately located the source of the voice and padded over to the truck of the car, the hood was closed but that didn't hinder him, he pulled out his claws placed them in the space between the trunk lid, and pulled upward using his strength, It work however he put too much strain on his shoulder and tore a muscle, he immediately balanced back into his paws, he felt it when his muscles stitch themselves back together.

But I was faster. I swiped at its throat with my claws, a sharp, powerful strike that tore through its flesh. The panther let out a guttural cry of agony, blood spurting from the wound, staining the stone floor. But it kept fighting, its claws raking across my chest, drawing deep gashes that seared with pain.

This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake. A predator. The panther crept toward me, licking its lips. Its hind legs were more muscular and longer than those in the front. Perfect for pouncing on prey. Was it going to eat me? Though I don't recall a human ever being attacked by one, then again, where is Professor Wright? I swear I saw him come in here. I pressed my back against the door, hoping it would suck me through to the other side magically. Nope, not working. My heart was beating so loud I couldn't think. I was going to die a slow and painful death. The thought of my bones being crushed between this panther's powerful jaws had bile rising in my throat.

Just reliable. That's when I saw them. Claw marks. Four deep gouges in her driver's door. Still fresh. The metal was torn like paper. My blood turned to ice. These things hadn't just watched Claire. They'd touched her car. Left their mark. A warning. Or a threat. I checked around her parking space. More scratches on the concrete pillar. Marks that looked like giant paws. They'd been here tonight. While Claire worked inside. While I was being jealous about Simon.

In the clearing, there were several other paths after that which made it quite difficult to determine which route to take. Paige sighed in frustration. Nonetheless, she chose a path and decided to search about for clues around. After several minutes of walking around, she found something strange that left her shuddering in spot. Without hesitating, she looked about, panicking at the sight of the huge claw mark on the ground which had dug out a huge pile of weed everywhere. Paige couldn't help but swallow as she darted her eyes and moved on guard to look around, wondering just what sort of beast those claws belonged to, and if it wasn't nearby.