The Blood On Satan's Claw Novels & Stories

Raising my hand towards the heavens, my claws unfurled, extending outward in a chilling display. The sight of my claws caused the crowd to erupt in cries of sorrow and anguish, knowing all too well what was about to happen. For a brief moment, my gaze met Luna's, but she averted her eyes, unable to bear witness to the imminent tragedy unfolding before us. With tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I took a deep breath, summoning all my strength and resolve. In one swift motion, I swung my claws towards Bryan's neck, the sickening sound of flesh tearing and blood spilling echoing throughout the space.

Making it something we can not go back on even if we wanted to. I walk to the cupboard where I keep the Golden Claw chalice so I can induct Dysnomia into the pack . “We’ll never be able to hide from her again after this,” Gunther groans like a pup that is having his nose rubbed through his accident on the carpet. I cut my hand and let my blood flow into the chalice, Dysnomia follows suit and cuts her hand as well. When her and my blood are mixed I take a sip and hand the chalice to Dysnomia. She takes a sip of our mixed blood.

someone screamed from the back. "Blood for blood!" "Death to the traitor who killed our future!" "No!" I tore free again with desperate strength, throwing myself between Papa and the angry crowd. "He did not do it! Papa would not hurt anyone! You all know him!" Alpha Darius's blazing golden eyes fixed on me, and I saw absolutely no mercy there. Only cold rage. "The bloodline is tainted. The guilt runs in his veins." "Then let his blood pay the price!" someone shouted.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

“You saw only part of the truth. Come and tell me what you make of the rest.” I watched as his nail lengthened into a claw. He pressed the tip against the palm of his hand and carved a line through his flesh. Crimson blood spilled into the water, melting like bursts of bright ink. It was his payment for the information he desired, but why was his blood special? “Show her the past,” He chanted in a low, smooth voice. “Show her the truth.” Leaning over the bowl, I stared into the liquid as it rippled. My haggard reflection morphed into an image of that night. The night the demons were released into the world.

She wondered if Clara would talk about the parts she hadn’t read yet - the volumes she had no access to. “Lucifer’s blood was still that of a being that was created from the light of the Most High God. It was like a potent drug and for many decades it pervaded the soil of the land. After more than a few centuries, it birthed a plant which bore a single fruit - the blood fruit. The blood fruit was discovered by accident by a young woman and her even younger brother who had been starved for days. They split the fruit and consumed it; but how could something birthed by Lucifer be common.”

The last time I had glimpsed his true features, months, if not years ago, it attested to the fact that he was something that should not exist in this time, merely prolonging his life with blood magic and the killings of innocents. Without thinking, I extracted my claws. I focused on blanking my thoughts, avoiding the futile comfort of praying to a Goddess who'd abandoned me to this darkness. My claw sliced into my wrist; at least this basic function still worked. I halted a reflexive thanks to the Goddess – no, she wouldn't sully her eyes with this hellhole's darkness. Hands tied behind my back, feet bound to the pole, I dug my claw deeper, biting my lip against the pain. Die from a slit wri

Pulled her in instead of pushing her out. But I can not afford to wonder about that now. Calling on my wolf, I shift the nails of my right hand into claws. The uncomfortable feeling in my fingers lasts less than a second as my wolf obeys. And without hesitation, I slice a claw across the center of my left palm, down to my wrist, where I keep the claw embedded in my skin. The blood wells up instantly. The dark red also glows faintly with that same gold coiling off my body. I curl my bleeding hand into a fist and let the blood drip onto the carved symbol at the altar’s center, where a jagged spiral is etched deep into the stone.

a vampire wearing a trench approached Benjamin but he made him stop in his way. “I have read it already, twice. I am willing to take the risk and start the ceremony..” he nodded. And the curtains on the huge window were down, revealing the biggest moon of the year. Suddenly, the cold crept inside my bones and I felt so scared. This moon doesn’t look like the goddess I worship, but something occult. The moon appeared hungry for blood. “In the name of the moon…” Benjamin choired, so does the crowd. He approached while grinning wide. This man disgust me to the core.

He said taking out a pouch of blood that was tucked in his jacket. The sight of blood flared my thirst and a growl erupted from my throat. My eyes reddened and saliva trickled down my chin. I gripped the bars tightly in an attempt to get closer to the pouch of blood only to be thrown back by the energy surge. “ And so the game begins!!!” Lucifer said clapping his hands, his demonic laughter echoing in the cave.