Werewolf Claws Novels & Stories

“A defect. A mistake. And the worst part is that you already know it. Look at you. A gray little mouse hiding in corners.” She stepped closer. Her eyes glowed gold. Her fingernails extended into sharp claws that gleamed under the hallway lights. Her wolf scent filled the air, warm and powerful. She held up one clawed hand. “This is what real wolves have. This is power. Something you will never understand.” The claws slid back in slow deliberate clicks. “Clara, do you really take joy in reminding me that I am wolfless and useless” I asked quietly. “Can you not let me have peace for once. Even for one day”

I unleash a barrage of swift attacks, my claws slicing through the air, meeting flesh and bone with a resounding impact. The first rogue werewolf lunges at me, jaws wide open, aiming for my throat. Instinctively, I twist my body, evading the attack with a graceful swiftness. With a powerful swipe of my paw, I strike his side, feeling the satisfying crunch of bones breaking beneath my claws. He yelps in pain, stumbling back, momentarily incapacitated.

There was scar tissue there which looked like it had not been allowed to heal properly. "Don't you care if he gets an infection?" I wondered, looking at the open wounds. Hearing my voice, the alpha's eyes opened as he moved slightly into the eyes. His eyes glowed with the ocean blue color as his eyes darted from Dr. Dawson to my scared eyes. He suddenly bared his teeth and growled low into the back of his throat, it was a warning sound that made me flinch, but I was aware so I didn't take the step behind Dr. Dawson like I dearly wanted to.

"Claws and Fangs werewolves have powerful claws and are able to cut through solid walls. Their fangs can tear human flesh and can rip out a human heart right out of their chest cavity. Pureblood werewolves are able to transform just their claws without transforming fully. " "Werewolves have really a super strength. Werewolf's strength is much greater than a human. They can easily overpower humans and can rip flesh and bones with amazing force, their strength is notable even for monsters, as they have been observed as being able to smash stone with their bare hands.Even while in human form, werewolves have incredible strength, as one newly-bitten werewolf saw no challenge in lifting an adult

He picked it up with careful fingers, his eyes narrowing. “Alright. Give me a minute.” I exhaled as he disappeared into the back room, my body finally sinking into the worn sofa against the wall. The springs groaned beneath me. The pain surged then, sharp and biting. I pressed a hand against my bandages, my face twisting. When I’d checked my wounds earlier, I’d seen them clearly: long, deep slashes. Not made by blades or bullets but claws, a werewolf claw Hessa’s claws to be exact.

I asked them. The guy standing beside Trevor looked me up and down, while wiggling his clawed fingers. A werewolf. They were all werewolves, from the look of things. The female among them leaned on the car, and ran her claws down against it, creating a sharp, ear splitting screech. My claws had poison in them, for some strange reason I still couldn’t understand. If I got the jump on them, I could scratch them all. Starting with the guy right in front of me.

“You twat! Do you even know what you’ve done?” Three men stood there, rage burning in their eyes. One of them clutched his hand, blood dripping between his fingers. I glanced down at my claws, one of his fingers lay at my feet. “Fuuuck! What are you?” the man screamed, his voice breaking from pain and fear. My claws was sharper than any freshly-forged blade, than any normal Alpha wolf because of the special features I was brought up with. One hard strike was all it took to kill.

Without hesitation, Alex's protective instincts kicked in. The sight of an innocent life in danger reignited his strength. He could see the intention to shoot in the men's eyes. With a burst of speed and power, he rushed forward, determined to save her. The scene erupted into chaos as Alex threw himself into the fray, With a roar, Alex lashed out, his claws raking across the concrete pillars, leaving deep gashes. He smashed car windows and hurled debris, each act of destruction, his primal fury unleashed once more. The men were caught off guard, their bullets missing their mark as Alex moved with supernatural agility. He fought with a ferocity that only a werewolf could muster, his red-shot

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;