Toralei X Clawdeen Novels & Stories

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

The edge of the cliff had neither a stable foothold nor any object to grab. Situation looked so grim, Maira's gut crumbled onto itself. Rain and Nakiya rushed forward, but they weren't even close. Creed was now being dragged. However, the very moment he was pulled beyond the cliff's edge. He screamed inside his mind. "ATLAS!" The very next second, his left hand glimmered a jolting silver light. He thrusted his left arm onto the cliff's edge and in the next second an intimidating metal claw appeared.. The ground of the cliff was left with deep claw marks.

I yanked my mom a few steps backwards. The one with his claws was resistant, panting heavily, glaring at my mom, he looked like he was an older werewolf now that I studied his face. "Calm down Clarion," another man put his hand on the chest of the man now identified as Clarion. He had spiky hair and looked more approachable and stepped in front of Clarion. He looked between my mother and I, "what are your names?" "Sonya, and this is my daughter Talie." My mom was trying to keep her calm, I could tell by the way she was squeezing her thumb with her other fingers.

He had on a dark shirt and dark jeans with a black leather jacket. His feet were adorned with black combat boots. She looked down at herself and picked at the dark leather jumpsuit with cut-up sleeves she had on. She wore combat boots too and a black bomber jacket. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail to avoid being blown by the wind. She looked back at Alaric to ask him something, but she noticed his hands. "Hey, isn't that my Death Claw?" "Come on, Odessa. You literally have claws that can rip through magic shields. At least let me have something cool too."

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.

If you picked the ‘prey’, you were going to get the rolled-up scroll, and if you picked the ‘predator’, you were going to attack. The enforcer’s shrill whistle went off and the guy from the ShadowHawl pack went in the sand to get the scroll while the guy from the Moonstone pack attacked. It was getting pretty heated with the predator swinging and dragging the prey all the way into the sand. For a bit, it looked like it was working until the Moonstone guy started to struggle with the sand more than the ShadowHawl dude. In the next second, the Moonstone guy submerged into the sand and was waist down into it. Then the ShadowHawl guy was back at the start line with the scroll. Their points were

The tunnel narrowed, forcing them into single file. Draven went first, his shoulders brushing the rough stone on either side, his presence filling the confined space. The air was damp, tasting faintly of minerals and old bones. Behind them, the sound of claws scraped against stone—light at first, then heavier, faster. Elaria’s heart pounded, not just from the chase, but from the memory of his hand in her hair, the heat in his eyes when he said we’ll finish this later.

I can’t lose you know. We all sprint to the Proposal woods. I reduce my speed, and the pack does as well. Reaching the end of the cliff. We stare down. I let out a howl, and the pack follows. We see the Volatile pack staring at the mountains, looking straight at us. The Volatile pack howls as well to declare war. I see one of their pack members running towards their outlook tower. Triggering the siren, another pack has come to their land to warn the rest of the pack.

Honestly, he looked about two minutes from checking out. Recon, they’d said. Just a little peek at a MoonClaw trail. No heroics, no drama. Guess someone forgot to tell MoonClaw. “Three dead,” Tova whispered, crouched up close. She tried to sound tough, but her voice had that wobble—like she might throw up. “Two taken.”

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.