Toralei X Clawdeen Novels & Stories

“Then what is it?” Aria glanced at me, unsure if she should speak in front of me. “Don't worry about anything, speak,” Zarek said quickly. Riken nodded. “It’s Storm claw.” The blood drained from Zarek’s face. “Storm claw? That’s impossible. We have a treaty.” Aria gave him a grim look. “Apparently, the treaty meant nothing. They’re already inside the third boundary. Silent. Clean. Coordinated.” I felt my chest tighten.

“TALEN will rip you a new asshole as soon as he finds out about this.” Even if TALEN wanted her as a second wife, he still wanted her, and he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. She was dragged closer to him, nose to nose. “He’s not going to find out because you won’t be around to tell him.” PAXTEN lifted his hand in front of her face, and fingers transformed into long claws. He raked them across her stomach. She felt flesh scrape away in deep gouges. Just before passing out, she heard a growl from the direction of the house. Great, the wife had joined the party.

Blood welled fast, soaking the towel I pressed against it. Thunderous footsteps pounded down the stairs. Draven burst into the doorway, his eyes wild, and nostrils flaring while his scales had spread, now covering his neck, shoulders and chest in a mesmerizing crimson-gold pattern. Strange enough, Claws tipped his fingers now, digging into the frame. "You need to leave," he growled, his voice guttural and strained. "Now." "It's a whiteout blizzard," I snapped, clutching my hand. "I'm not going anywhere."

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

"When you left, I had to make adjustments, settle so to say." "Excuse me?" Twyla snaps. "Settle? You’re not referring to settling…for me, are you?" Wait? What? Cato and Twyla? “Because this means nothing if you didn’t mean it,” she steps out from behind me to stand in clear view of me and Levi. Her face is blank as she lifts up the hem of her shirt to reveal a bite mark along her side. The top set of teeth on her stomach while the bottom set of canines wrap around the flank of her body to mark her back. The wound is still bloody and an angry red. Is it infected?

Tenebris growled, and lightning cackled all over his sword. “You do realize that I am as powerful as you are?” Drayton asked, and Tenebris scoffed. “You seem to forget that this is the body of the Demon hybrid, and the hybrid of the White Wolves.” Tenebris growled, and Drayton’s eyes widened. “This will be tough, but nothing will happen to Luna Scarlett.” Drayton growled, pushing me behind him again. Thane stepped forward with his sword also, stretching it towards Tenebris.

Hunting. Suddenly someone else screamed in the fire light across the grounds to the left. The dancers parted and there just off the edge of the light. Something large stood in the shadows, something too tall, but also hunched over. It could have been a man. A horribly misshapen man. Something breathing, but also chittering. Piercing sounds somewhere between a bird and a dying hyena peeled into the air. Arms too long and skinny...ending in...Talons. And its face was long....too long. It had a snout or a muzzle like a horse, but this snout was filled with fangs and canines as long as needles and as thick as thumbs. A shadow hissed, barely light by the fires light, on the edges of the night.

he growls, his voice full of dark menace. Cora jumps up from her seat, looking very startled. When her eyes recognize the tattooed warrior, her face turns pale. She demands, "Bobby Shadow-Claw, what is the meaning of your blade? My Hale family does not have any blood feud with the Crescent Ridge Territory, does it?" Bobby grins, showing his yellow fangs. "Sorry to interrupt your drink, Ms. Hale, but this hunt is strictly between my claws and this pup. It does not concern your family line."

*Lyra* The porch boards creak beneath us as we settle into the shade of dusk. The yellow paint of the old house peels in curling strips. Beyond the steps, Reed chases a toad through the tall grass, his laughter cutting through the quiet every so often. Serena leans back against the porch railing. “We need to move quickly,” she says. “Kaelen’s people are speaking freely about him now, but they might not be for long.” Mitch rests his back against the post, arms folded, trying to look confident. He glances at Serena and then back at me. “So… what’s the cover?”

TALON POV Claw concurred to compromise with his convictions and hold an normal human ceremony some time recently the authorized wolf one. He made a point of clarifying the entire process to her some time recently the day came, which was when the full moon would be in locate. She appeared exceptionally pleasing almost it, indeed a small titillated, which made Claw feel at ease.