The Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

"If you touch her... I will tear this world apart with my bare hands." "You and what army?" Damon sneered, gesturing to the hundreds of Silver-Claw warriors and the High Priest’s magic. But then, the air went silent. The birds in the trees stopped chirping. The wind stopped blowing. The very ground beneath my "dead" body began to turn black. Chloe frowned, looking down at me. "Wait... why is her blood turning gold?" My eyes snapped open.

He charged, extending his claws to their full length as the bloodlust grew in his eyes. Fuck! He was too damn fast! I clanked the claws of his hand against mine, but his other ones pierced through my stomach. Blood filled my mouth as I felt my insides getting sliced by his primal wickedness. He withdrew his claws, causing another wave of pain to slam against every nerve in my body. The blood loss was making me weaker, but my fury only rose, hardening my muscles and enhancing my senses. I swung my claws, making a long cut across his throat, slicing his flesh along with the leather strap with the red crystal tied to it.

Not even in millennia! I pulled out my hair pin and stab my hand as I released the sealing glyph on my body! The moment the blood spilled on the floor of the white space, Satiana’s magic went on rampage as if she was squeezing every bit of her powers out. The walls and the floor of the white space shook as she casted her spell…the angel standing in front of her was shaken by the sudden bloodlust coming from a mere human little girl!

Clara sighed and decided that maybe she could fix its bindings before returning them. She picked up the loosened page, and unlike the burnt one which she had read last night, this one did really belong to the book. And there she found an almost faded sketch of a gilded hand with fingers that were slender and nails that looked more like claws. It seemed to be holding a heart, dripping blood collected into a pool beneath it.

Today he had humiliated him so much by throwing him on the ground, which he would not take it lightly. Bael released the snake around his head that went to Satan and wrapped its tail around his neck. Satan, for a moment, could not stop those snakes from tightening around his neck. Bael glared and said, “Your heart has come alive. You are more than obsessed with that girl. Now, I want to drink her blood.”

She was about to attack him when Satan grabbed her by her neck. Satan then grabbed Kurt with his neck. He slammed them both on the ground. Leyla and Kurt looked at each other. They nodded their heads at each other. Then they both kicked Satan hard in his stomach. Satan went flying away from them. Leyla and Kurt stood up on the ground. They both ran towards Satan. Leyla used all her strength and pinned Satan on the ground with the help of her energy tentacles. Leyla stabbed her burning sword straight in Satan's chest. Satan roared in pain and tried to claw Leyla's stomach. Leyla was able to duck but his claw slashed the skin of her forearm. Leyla fell on the ground, holding her forearm that w

His eyes were wide with fear, like he’d seen something no man should. I walked closer, and my breath hitched. “Dalen…” I whispered, kneeling. I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.” I closed his eyes and pulled my cloak off, gently laying it over his body. I should’ve called for help. I should have raised the alarm. But something told me no. Not yet. On the wall above the altar, burned deep into the stone and what looked like blood, was a sigil. A claw that had thirteen lines behind it. The sigil of the Thirteenth Claw.

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

“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 coughing blood as the body shuts down from within.” I swallowed hard. "There has to be an antidote." “There isn't.” He disagreed. "No." "Arden..." "No." I repeated with the sting in my eyes. The word came out harsher than intended. "There has never been a poison without a weakness." “Deadclaw is different.” Urgency and flickering hope synced in his voice. "Bloodlines vanished because of it. The few records that remain all end the same way." I closed my eyes for the briefest moment. "Death."

Satan sounded as if he was hurt deeply but next moment his eyes turned darker and his thin pink lips stretched into an evil smirk. "I will cut this." Satan holds his penis and cut it into two pieces with the cutter. White liquid gushed out of it with a foul smell. Albert fainted and Satan left him with disappointment. "I thought he is a man but it turned out that he is a little tiger who could only use his little paws." Satan let out an evil chuckle. Blood, pee, and white liquid covered the floor. Satan removed gloves and handed them to Roy. He walked to his room and washed his hands. After changing his blood-stained clothes he left.