Novel & Cerita Panther Claw

Chapter 63 The night was alive with tension, thick and suffocating, as the Moon Riders' scouts returned from the outskirts of the Emberclaw territory. Raven stood at the edge of the great cliff that overlooked the rival pack’s stronghold, her wolf senses prickling with a gnawing sense of impending doom. Axel stood close behind her, muscles taut and eyes dark with simmering possessiveness. Even with Malrik perched on the ridge, his dragon eyes scanning the horizon, there was a palpable unease. Something wicked was stirring.

He shrugged. White Claw Pack is a chaotic pack, it’s full of distinct personalities, some good some bad, but Axel loves leading them. They all have a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that makes Axel feel so grateful for having such members. And for him, the pack is a family. They can’t fit in a family tree, so he made a whole forest. White Claw Pack exceeds the standards of a werewolf pack. It’s great overall and has the best people, the best system, but the pack lacks a maternal figure. All they have is Axel, and he isn’t that warm. The pack needs a mother—a Luna. And he wouldn’t want to disappoint, so he’ll try his very best to win over Leal’s heart.

Marcus staggers backward, eyes wide, looking down at his shirt where four parallel tears have appeared in the fabric. Four tears that match exactly the spacing of my fingers. "Aeliana." Marcus's voice sounds far away, even though he's standing right in front of me. "Look at your hands." I don't want to look. I can feel them changing, feel something sharp emerging from my fingertips, feel strength flooding through muscles the kind of power that is fuelled by anger and the need to kill. But I look anyway. Claws. Actual claws where my fingernails should be, curved and razor-sharp. My hands look longer somehow, more graceful but infinitely more dangerous.

His sword clattered to the floor as it had been rendered useless. Before he could scream, I punched him in the face, simultaneously kicking him in the knees. He fell on his knees, but I didn't let him fall before I made my last strike. My claws came out, and I drove them straight through his chest. His cold blood flooded my nails. I hurriedly drove them out before I'd be stained. I held his head still, and I looked into his eyes, turning my eyes black. He gasped, opening his mouth, “Tenebris.” He muttered, and then I snapped his neck.

Playing with fire The creature who called himself Tin raised me and nurtured me like the parent I never had. He grew incredibly defensive of me and always kept me hidden from the unseen dangers lurking outside. As I grew older and more aware, he taught me how to walk, then how to run. Running was my key to survival up here. Night Claw, the species Tin was, were all equipped with poisonous blood and an arm they could turn into a spear. They were bred specifically to haul heavy loads other creatures couldn’t. Because of this, they were often rounded up and forced into labour with another species called Shade.

Having said that, Panthera brandished a finger-length army knife from his waist. “But, we Leopard Mercenary Corps, are not only good at screwing around with firearms. We’re also pretty good at non-explosive weapons.” After that, Panthera swung the army knife in his hand, instantly severing the wire from which Snow Fenner was suspended. Snow, who was midair, fell to the ground. Fortunately, other cables were hanging from her frame. Thus, the momentum of her fall had been largely diminished.

Those razor sharp claws digging into my flesh. But it's those large blue eyes that hold my attention. Stuck, paralyzed, I lay there as the animal lowers its mussel inches away from me. Hot breath assaults my face as it lets out an annoyed growl. It has me flinching, begging for my life, but there’s no way a wild animal can understand my cries. It’s to be expected when its teeth sink into my unpinned shoulder, crunching through my bones.

“Bram! Help me with this bitch!” The stranger snarls, her claws slicing, but Bram crashes into her from the side. She’s forced back for a fraction of a second, and I seize it to roll free, panting. My fur is matted, and my lungs are on fire. I leap to my feet, shaking off the last of the impact. The stranger hesitates, assessing me, but I’m ready. My eyes dart to Kaelen again. He’s moving closwer to the exit. I won’t let him escape. Every movement is precise, every claw and tooth aimed to gain control.

When things got intense with Clay getting killed and his psychopath telling Venita the truth, I knew I had to get myself off that floor immediately. Finally, I was able to move one finger and then the next and next, until my entire hand had sensation in it. I dragged it closer to my thigh. Through clenched teeth, I put out my claws, digging them deep into my thigh. At first, I felt nothing. But, twisting and turning, slowly, I felt the pain and in a few seconds, it ricocheted throughout my whole body leading me to howl so loudly. It was a way of letting out all the pent-up energy and also sending out messages to anyone who could hear me to come. But for sure, before they arrive, I'm killing

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit