Werewolf Claws Novels & Stories

I couldn’t see how this would end, and that scared me more than anything. I lifted my hands, letting the moonlight turn them into dark outlines against the sky. Slowly my fingers lengthened into claws. Not the simple paws of a wolf, these were the claws of a werewolf. I reminded myself I wasn’t a killer. Still, I’d happily rip every royal apart if it meant keeping my family safe.

I want to call it a day and come home. I stand up again in front of him. "You're the most powerful werewolf I have ever encountered so far," my praises. "You're intimidating with someone else's stories. However, for me, that's exciting." His face shows irritation. I looked at my right claws, they grow longer until they cover my whole fingers like a glove. I formed my fist and dashed at him in a blink of an eye.

The louder screeching of the wolf pierced through the ballroom. Landing on the ground, Marlon went for him again. His claws dug into the wolf’s skin; clawing away at his thick golden fur until he encountered his flesh. To retaliate, the wolf kicked his bottom claws and dug deep into Marlon’s hind legs. Marlon hissed out in pain, but it didn’t stop him from clawing through the wolf’s chest and ripping through his heart.

And its hands with their two fingers and opposable thumb, all three digits tipped with barbed and serrated claws. The vampire lashed out at Maitreyah, and he backed away in utter terror, swinging wildly with Zaphan. The creature easily slipped the clumsy swings, and the sharp claws threatened to tear into him. Then Shakilah, snarling with fury and fear, charged into the fray, several hundred pounds of teeth and fur and social predatory instinct tackling into the monster from behind.

Raven dared; he couldn't run now. The Shadow Wolf growled. GRRRRRRRRRR! The Shadow Wolf's teeth bared, as if ready to tear Raven apart. Its roar made the ground tremble. Whoosh! The Shadow Wolf ignored Raven's question; it growled once more and leaped at Raven. It was incredibly fast. Raven's eyes narrowed, watching the swift movement, and saw the Shadow Wolf's claws. Raven could only block with both hands, but the monster's powerful thrust sent him flying several meters back.

We were proud werewolves, with a solemn Creed to serve as guardians of the innocent, and I felt pleased that we were able to keep the night safe from the terrors that lurked within. With lightning speed, I lunged toward the gangster, his eyes widening in disbelief. Dodging the gunfire aimed in my direction, I closed the distance between us, my claws extended like gleaming razors. The gangster tried to retreat, his back hitting the side of a van, but there was no escape from the fury of a werewolf. My claws raked across his chest, ripping through flesh and fabric, his agonized screams mingling with the chaos of the battlefield. I towered over him, my eyes burning with an intensity that mirror

I might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

"You're asking for death!" Kaelan roared. His steel claws struck repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages in their wake. Andrew's greatsword danced before him, creating a dense web of blade shadows that clashed with the claws, sending massive showers of sparks flying. With a tearing sound, one side of Andrew's body was torn open as a claw barely grazed him, ripping a deep gash that sent blood gushing out. The werewolf lifted his bloodstained claw to his mouth and licked it. Standing upright, he grinned viciously.

Aura’s pov The indescribable pain was cursing through my blood vessels. They said that your first shift is always hard and painful but this is way too painful then I have ever thought. The bones were arranged in a different skeleton and the skin grew furry hair on my body. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my white claws instead of hands and sharp talons instead of nails. The she-wolf, who was fighting with me earlier, shifted quickly to fight with me. I was new to this power but I knew that I could take her down. I could sense her moves and dodged them easily.

A roar, from the inside of his throat, came out. "Howl." Sharp claws, overflowing with ferocity, grew from the inside of Adam's body to the outside. His entire body was filled with anger, his muscles becoming more and more solid. After a while, when he had completely transformed into a true werewolf, Adam's gaze could not help but glance at the hunters. “This… this… what happened in the end? Why can't our bullets penetrate his body?" A hunter was using a skeptical look, looking at the gun in his hand. But next, an extremely sharp claw charged from the air.