Novel & Cerita Werewolf Claws

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;

She looks at me with big eyes and I walk toward her taking her hand, I saw her slap Laura with. “Which claw?” I ask and from the look in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am asking. “WHICH CLAW DANIELLE?” She shakes but closes her fingers in her hand except for one. “Show me, now.” She breathes heavily but lets the claw out. I look at it and before she can react I grab a hold of it and pull it from her finger. She screams in pain. Wolfs heal from most things even wolfbane, but not silver or if a part of the body is removed.

Fur covers most of its body, yet patches of bone protrude through its skull like exposed armor, giving its face a half‑formed, half‑rotted look that makes my stomach turn. Its eyes glow a deep, unnatural red, locking onto me. Its mouth pulls back in a snarl, revealing sharp teeth and long, protruding fangs that look built to tear through anything in its path. And its hands have only three claws on each. They are long, curved, and razor‑sharp, slicing through the air as it swipes. It’s like a werewolf fused with something skeletal and feral. And it’s coming straight for me.

The night filled with snarls and the sound of claws raking against pavement. The lead rogue, a large black wolf with blood-red eyes, charged at one of Derek’s warriors. His claws swiped at the warrior’s side, but the gray wolf dodged, spinning on his hind legs and slashing at the rogue’s flank. Blood splattered across the ground, but the rogue barely flinched, retaliating with a powerful bite aimed at the warrior’s throat. The gray wolf jumped back just in time, countering with a vicious attack that tore into the rogue’s shoulder.

My left hand flexes, claws lengthening, their tips glowing faintly as I lace them with reinforced pressure. The clash is immediate, violent. Their movements are coordinated, not reckless like rogues. This isn’t the playful sparring of the academy, it’s kill or be killed. Their strikes are sharp, practiced, designed to tear me apart. One wolf’s claws scrape my back, shredding fabric and leaving a sting across my shoulder as part of my suit rips away. My lips curl into a humorless smile. “So… you’re actually worth my time.”

"Try extending your claws, same process, don't force it, just let your wolf rise enough that her traits show." I heard her breathing change, heard the small sound of bones shifting, heard her gasp. I turned. Silver claws extended from her fingertips, longer than before, sharper, curved like blades. She was staring at them. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Powerful," she whispered. "Like I could tear through anything." "You probably could, Phantom Wolf claws are strong enough to cut through bone." She looked up at me. "Have you ever fought a Phantom Wolf one on one?"

Making her eyes widen to the size of saucers. If you didn't know, silver was dangerous to wolves. It was one of the things that could be deadly to a wolf. So she wondered why he would give her such a weapon. She uncurled her fists and the prongs disappeared. She curled them again, and they appeared. Three on each hand, to be specific. What is this? That is Death Claw, Desmond replied. It's a silver weapon that can be harmful to wolves, and I want you to have it.

My silence was my last line of defense, and I wasn’t ready to let it fall. But he didn’t back off. "I’m guessing here," Daxton continued, his voice calm, almost curious. "Given the depth, shape and direction, I would say it was a claw. Not a blade. And from the way it curves at the edge, it wasn’t a full swipe. One claw. Likely the index finger of a werewolf." I blinked. My chest tightened. His guesses were too close. Too exact. He chewed slowly, swallowed, and lifted a spoonful of salad to his lips. I stared, stunned, as he continued without waiting for me to recover.

Because what she presented violated the rules set for humans and aroused the fury of werewolves. The live broadcast erupted in chaos, fuelled by rage. An eerie sensation slithered down my spine while adrenaline surged through my bloodstream because I fucking loved it. Five perfectly sharpened blades that resembled claws, only thinner and more lethal. “What is this?” I questioned, ignoring the mayhem behind me. “These are tiger claws that I’ve created, it is set to enhance a wolf’s power and strength during their transformation state.”

My powers chose the perfect time to show up. Suddenly, the werewolves lunged at us with a ferocious growl. Their claws glinted in the sunlight. In that moment, my instinct took over, and a rush energy surged within me. My senses became heightened. Without hesitation, I extended my claws. Two werewolves lunged at the doctor who wasted no time fighting back as well. As the first werewolf lunged towards me, I met its attack with a swift counter. My claws met its fur in a swift motion. The clash of claws echoed through the alley.