Panther Claw Novels & Stories

“What is this Aaron?” “This is a retractable metallic claw, with silver coated blades. You have to wear them like a gauntlet. It worked to press these buttons, these claws came out and to be honest, this baby is lethal. One scratch and the silver poison the enemy easily. Moreover, I have installed a cushion containing springs. It will help the wolf to jump two times higher than his normal jump, giving aid and accessibility in the war.” Aaron finished the description of the weapon with pride reflecting on his face. “I loved this one. Can you do me a favor?” I asked him.

Making her eyes widen to the size of saucers. If you didn't know, silver was dangerous to wolves. It was one of the things that could be deadly to a wolf. So she wondered why he would give her such a weapon. She uncurled her fists and the prongs disappeared. She curled them again, and they appeared. Three on each hand, to be specific. What is this? That is Death Claw, Desmond replied. It's a silver weapon that can be harmful to wolves, and I want you to have it.

“I won’t let you! I—” Falvio reached out, fast, precise, and his hand closed around the child. Ines gasped, a sharp sound that cut through the roaring wind. “NO!” she screamed, claws of panic gripping at his arm. “Give him back! Give him back!” The child whimpered, sensing the tension, pressing against Ines’ chest as she strained against Falvio’s grip. Falvio’s eyes held hers, unblinking, unyielding. “I will not. He is mine. And you… you should have known the consequences of exposure. You should have known that defiance has a price.”

⸻ He had simply opened a door. ⸻ And now something was walking through it. ⸻ The abyss exploded. ⸻ A claw emerged. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ The claw was enormous. ⸻ Covered in black crystal. ⸻ Ancient silver markings crawled across its surface. ⸻ But the markings were broken. ⸻ Corrupted. ⸻ Twisted. ⸻ Like something beautiful had rotted. ⸻ A second claw appeared.

I screamed as claws dug into my skin. Movement from the corner of my eyes caught my attention. There was a flash of black fur and in the next second another panther attacked the man, making his claws tear more skin as his body was jerked away. Black spots appeared in my line of vision and my ears started ringing. The last thing I saw was the panther tearing the man’s throat out before I passed out.

She grins and slings her bow across her back with all the flair of a seasoned warrior queen. Claw saunters over with two daggers in hand and a very smug expression. “Who wants to bet I get the first kill today?” “I’ll bet you trip over your ego and stab yourself in the foot,” Fang deadpans, strapping a throwing axe to her thigh. "And no one's killing. Just raiding." “You wound me,” Claw clutches his chest dramatically, “but I’ll take that bet. Ten bucks says I tag a patrol guard before you even unsheathe that pretty little blade.”

Then, with a feral snarl, the panther pounced. His massive body sailed through the air, claws extended, as he aimed for my throat. I ducked at the last moment, his weight slamming into the dirt beside me as I whirled around, snapping my jaws. Our bodies collided in a flurry of teeth and claws, putting on a show of brutality for the cheering crowd. Blow after blow rained down, each more ferocious than the last, until we were both panting and bloodied. But not once did we make killing blows. We were just biding time, waiting for the signal.

Collaring his neck with both hands after pulling out the claws, he dropped to his knees and then fell on his stomach. The blade-sharp claws were poisonous, one of Anthony's strategies for winning a fight. His opponents dodged his eyes and the poisonous claws because they were among the deadliest parts of his beast. Only ancient creatures survived them, though it weakened them for a minute or less. The claws were like death for young hybrids like Corey.

John by the Moon Goddess herself—a gift that set them apart in both strength and reputation. Their distinguishing feature lay in their wolf claws, a striking midnight blue hue that held a formidable power. Any wolf wounded by the claws of a Nightclaw could not rely on their innate wolf healing to quicken the recovery process. This ability struck fear into the hearts of both rival packs and rogue wolves alike, cementing Nightclaw’s status as one of the most powerful packs in the region.

She had never come across a vampire that old before. She shifted into her panther form and clawed at the masculine arms holding her so tightly. A furious hiss sounded in her ear and the arms tightened around her, threatening to break some ribs if she didn't retract her claws. In answer she locked her strong jaws around one of the arms and bit deep.