Werewolf Claws Novels & Stories

Is this how his end would be? All of a sudden, a third werewolf howls, jumping out of the shadows, claws ripping into the chest of the brown werewolf in front of Roy. The claws are at least 2ft long, as sharp as blades, and thick enough for them to go through his aggressor’s body. The werewolf yanks his claws out, coming out with a dripping heart impaled on the tips. The werewolf—Roy’s savior—tosses the heart on the ground with another howl.

He rises from the chair and leans towards me, but I grab his arm and stare right into his eyes. “I have great respect for you, Besha Gabret. Don’t make me throw all that away.” He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then sits back down. His claws immediately retract. Well, that’s new. A werewolf’s claw snapping out and snapping back in with no physical pain, not even a wince or a bulging blood vessel. He must have done this over and over again to get to this level of perfect calmness. Or...

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

She wielded her claws with lethal precision, her every strike seeking a vital point. Fen, the embodiment of primal savagery and the leader of the werewolf god destroyers stood tall and imposing, his crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust.

With a swift and precise movement, we join the battle, our claws unsheathed and gleaming in the moonlight. As the second wolf lunges towards us, we meet its attack head-on, our razor-sharp claws slashing through the air. With a calculated strike, we tear through the wolf's belly, leaving a deep and bloody gash in its wake. The rogue howls in pain, its strength faltering as it stumbles back, unable to withstand the force of our relentless assault.

The werewolf lunged forward, its claws slashing through the air with deadly precisio The battle ensued with a fury that shook the ground beneath Lyra's feet. The human dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the razor-sharp claws that aimed to tear him apart. He retaliated with calculated strikes, landing powerful blows against the werewolf's hulking frame. Each clash of flesh against fur reverberated through the night, a testament to the struggle between predator and pre

A strange poison? Claws that could harm a powerful werewolf like Lucas? "What about the claw?" Lynn asked in a grave tone. "It is stronger than a normal werewolf claw, very strong and hard that I even have a feeling that it could penetrate armors albeit with difficult but it's still very dangerous. There was also a deep wound in his stomach, finitely close to his heart. It just missed his heart with a few centimetres and also missed his liver too. Fortunately, it did not hurt any of his vital parts but the wound is still very deep."

His claws were still extended as he died… Well, I guessed he would no longer need them. Glancing at the beast in front of me, I leaned over the corpse, grabbed the dead arm, and ripped one of his claws. It was all-blooded and absolutely gross, and I felt sick even holding it, but it was the only weapon I could use… The beast lurched at me, presenting its filled-with-teeth jaws. I forced myself to stay focused, fixing my eyes on its neck—my target. The claw I held was three inches long, and I seriously hoped it would be enough to cut through the beast's thick flesh. I could feel the ground shake as the wolf launched, extending its deadly front paws. Before the wolf could react, I bent and sli

The air echoes with growls and snarls as we engage in a battle for supremacy. I find myself face to face with a hulking werewolf from Kieran's pack. His eyes burn with a fiery rage as he lunges at me, his claws aimed for my throat. In that split second, instinct takes over, and I twist my body, narrowly avoiding his attack. With a swift countermove, I slash my claws across his chest, leaving deep gashes in his fur.

While he was coughing he noticed something odd about his hands. "The hell?" He said as he brought his hand up from the dark forest ground to face the light of the moon. Claude looked at his hands in shock noticing he no longer had normal fingernails. He now had incredibly sharp claws that were around three inches long. ARRP! Claude was startled out of his daze when he heard one of the wolves Yelp in pain. The pained noise struck a nerve in him that had him on his feet and running towards the buck. As he got closer to the buck his fingers started to ache and his gums started to itch.