Novel & Cerita Panther Claw

'Only two peak rank 3, they really seem weak though. Sara shook his head internally and dove on the pack. Her two claws stuck one panther each and immediately drained them of the blood in their bodies. Sara's felt a wave of warmth coming from her hands and accumulating on her back, right below her acupoints. The other panthers finally noticed the intruder and pounced at her but Sara simply flew back in the air to avoid the assault. She dove again as soon as she found an opening in their formation but, when she was about to stab her claw on the beast, it became ethereal and her arm hit nothing but air.

Because what she presented violated the rules set for humans and aroused the fury of werewolves. The live broadcast erupted in chaos, fuelled by rage. An eerie sensation slithered down my spine while adrenaline surged through my bloodstream because I fucking loved it. Five perfectly sharpened blades that resembled claws, only thinner and more lethal. “What is this?” I questioned, ignoring the mayhem behind me. “These are tiger claws that I’ve created, it is set to enhance a wolf’s power and strength during their transformation state.”

At this moment,the lackey with the cat like claw stomped on the ground viciously, causing cracks to spread out across the ground. His hands took the form of a cat claw, and his veins could be seen popping out across the back of his hands and indeed it was a horrifying sight to behold. After that, he took a step forward showcased his inert abilities and then, he stretched his feet outward and a strong friction was instantly created between his feet and the ground. All of a sudden, he appeared before Diana like a bolt of lightning, his cat iron claw aiming straight at Diana's stomach.

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.

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.

My knees barked on the exterior of the house, but there was no purchase for my feet there, so I waited until my body was balanced, then hauled myself back up, wincing against the scrape of the edge of the roof on my ribs. And it would have been that simple, would have been just a little hiccup, a tiny fall… except as I pulled myself halfway up, like getting out of a pool, I had to reach forward to get more leverage. And when I did, I found out why my grip was suddenly so fast. I had claws. Gleaming in the moonlight, light pink like my nails, and wickedly hooked, the claws appeared where my fingernails should have been, extending each finger by more than an inch, and giving me grip on the rou

Claws like fingers and nails extended, and he attacked the closest one on his left with brutal force and precision. Alpha Zayne bent forward and dug his claws into the creature's icky scalp, then clasped his other claw-like hand under the creature's chin, getting a good grip on its jaw, and Zayne pulled his hands apart, with so much power separating the creature's head from his body, by his jaw. The creature's screech was cut off. Alpha Zayne eyed his next target and charged...

But that didn’t make it any easier. Pain ripped through me in waves, fire scorching my veins. My spine twisted, lengthening with a sickening crack. My ribs expanded, pressing against my lungs, forcing a guttural snarl from my throat. My fingers contorted, nails splitting, reforming into sharp claws. I clawed at the ground, but my hands—no, my paws—tore through the dirt. My jaw stretched, snapping into place with fangs aching to tear, to hunt, to own the night.

The seals condensed into a silver light that was around Randall's hands. Randall's hands were enveloped by the silver light, and a skeletal shape formed. His fingers started to look like claws. It was Randall's technique, the Tornado Claw! At that moment, Randall forgot everything else! He only had one thought in mind which was to kill the three-headed silver python and end the match!

"Gotcha." Drace continued. "In dragon form, your thumb is free. You can use it to grasp things. But remember you've got anywhere from a five- to twelve-inch dagger as a claw. So make sure you know what you're aiming for. Speaking of claws, razor sharp. More so than your spikes or scales. We're talking they can skin a whale with one stroke." I felt my anger start to rise. "But you thought it was okay to let Hollyn sit in my curled palm?"