Panther Claw Novels & Stories

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.

those little sounds she made sounded like music to my ears I licked and sucked on her clit which was now swollen from arousal...and she was so fucking wet and tasted to damn delicious Her hands tugged on my hair as she grinded her sex against my mouth "Oh my God... A_Alex" she moaned "That's it baby, moan for me" I said, my voice husky from desire I kept on sucking and licking her sex until I felt her shudder beneath me as she let out moao of pleasure...she just had an orgasm

She cursed those senior’s obsession with rescuing the freshies. She cautiously looked at the werepanther and when she was sure he hadn’t noticed her at all, she jumped off the tree and attacked him from behind. Although he was caught off-guard, he was much stronger than Roxy had anticipated and perhaps many years older too. With one blow, he slammed Roxy into the trunk of the nearby tree, like a stuffed toy. He roared in anger and Roxy understood the meaning behind his anger. He thought that she was a disgrace because instead of being with her Claw she had become a pawn in the hands of L.I.F.E. He ferociously moved towards her as she gathered her stamina and prepared to get up. She tried to

I charged at him with a dagger aimed at his face, he was quick to dodge it, skillfully disarming me and tossing the dagger aside. He tried to embrace me in one of his signature ' Death hugs '. I slipped out of his hold, sweeping his feet with a kick. He staggered, giving me enough time to hold my retracted claws to his throat. Yup! You heard me right. I got some cool, retractable claws on my bionic arm, courtesy of Ms. Claire. Bless her for this upgrade because I'm definitely loving it. Mark smiled, looking down at my stomach. I looked down to see that he also had his claws out, ready to rip out my intestines. Damn it!

“Are you certain?” "I wish I wasn't." My gaze never left Elana's face. Her breathing skipped, each breath shallower than the one before it. “Deadclaw was created generations ago.” Greyman said heavily. “It was never intended for ordinary wolves.” "What do you mean?" I asked him, holding her tight against me as I searched her eyes. “It was designed to kill those whose wolf genes remained dormant. Those the old world considered incomplete.” My jaw clenched. "Wolfless." Greyman sighed deeply before continuing. “The poison attacks slowly at first. It paralyzes the system, then enters the bloodstream and begins destroying every organ it reaches. Once it spreads completely, the victim begins cough

There really was someone in there. "You had your chance," I grunted, before stepping closer and closer to the brush. Suddenly, I caught rapid movement, a blur of black, from the corner of my eye. I swivelled, swiping the claw in the air. Moonclaw was capable of impaling anyone, anyone, in just one swipe. It's why I always kept it with me. The night was still pitch black, but the more agitated I got, the easier it got for me to see clearly. My gut wasn't liking this situation at all.

I might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

The sound coming from the kitchen was terrifying—the closer it got, the more Pandora hesitated between facing the source of the sound or letting her ignorance rule the situation. She was someone always filled with intense curiosity. She didn’t expect Kingston's cat to lock eyes with her. The large cat hissed, so fiercely threatening Pandora who was already frightened. A jaguar was about to attack her. A large cat belonging to the Panthera genus. It was an animal with a very powerful bite, capable of piercing a turtle shell with a single bite. The thought of becoming its prey made Pandora's heart pound loudly. Her whole body was shaking. She wanted to run, but she couldn't.

It was a small, silver-oak lion. But it wasn't the resting, peaceful lion from the blueprint Arnold had given me. My lion was arched, its claws unsheathed, every muscle corded as it prepared to lunge. It was a creature of war, not a parlor decoration. "You changed the design?" Arnold asked, leaning in close. "I found the resting lion too passive, Master," I explained, my eyes tracking the senior wolves in the room. "I prefer the moment of the strike. To survive in this world, one must be resourceful and brave enough to crush the opposition."

In an instant, the Whirlwind Panther’s aura surged. When it split into six in the air, although each avatar was only half its original strength, its combined strength would triple once it merged again! Coupled with its incredibly powerful killing move... It was enough to severely injure, if not kill its opponents. Whoosh— The next second, the Whirlwind Panther extended its front paw and tore through heaven and earth. A streak of light shot at Andrius. The claw had actually torn through space.