Werewolf Fangs And Claws Novels & Stories

When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, an amused smile in his eyes, but his lips were solemn. Because she felt hurt that what had meant so much to her only amused him, Drea latched on to the other feeling she had, the safer one – anger. In a minute, she was on him, slashing and scratching, her claws bared until he caught her claws in his hand and threatened to snap them off, all ten of them if she did not calm down. Drea stilled instantly once a Werewolf lost their claws, they could not grow any back. The Alpha twisted against them for good measure, and Drea bit down at her lower lip till she tasted blood, trying not to cry out.

Reluctantly I put my hand on Clayton’s shoulder to get his attention. Clayton turned around to meet my eyes. For those who hadn’t seen him angry before I had to admit it was a terrible sight. His rage filled eyes were a dark blood red colour. His inch and a half long fangs, that usually weren’t there, had grown in response to the emotionally charged situation. When he noticed it was me his eyes softened slightly. Alpha Clayton had both werewolf and vampire blood so his inner beast was a hybrid. So when he got pissed enough his wolf/ vampire would surface. As a result Alpha Clayton’s wolf Xavier was a bit different than most wolves. He was much more cruel.

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.”

What stood out in their features were their long fangs, claws, and pointy ears. One creature got close to the two; it’s long slender arms reaching for little Taffy, but before it can even grab on to the youngster its face got greeted by an enormous claw. In an instant, its head came flying back to the others, making the group of creatures stop because of what was in front of them. There now stood a seven foot tall werewolf with dirty brown fur with a hint of black on each of its arms. Its fangs and claws bared, growling as it stood steady in front of the group.

more. Fangs, sharper than tungsten needles, that can tear through a prey's skin in one single bite. Claws stronger than the best katana swords that can shred an enemy into pieces in one single strike. Furs, softer than a nursing mother's bréasts that whoever they let close enough to feel their furs cling to it and find it hard to let go. These two species stayed enemies for so long until two centuries ago, the werewolves and the mountain lions managed to not only make peace with each other, but every pack and clan came together to coexist like one.

A group of rogues, their eyes wild with feral hunger, had emerged from the shadows, surrounding Amber and Carmen. Without hesitation, they shifted effortlessly into their werewolf forms, their bodies elongating and muscles bulging under their fur-covered skin. Their growls turned into snarls, as their sharper teeth and claws served as lethal weapons against their enemies. The fight began with a ferocity that echoed through the night air. Growls and snarls filled the darkness as Amber and Carmen tore through their opponents, their movements fluid and deadly. The rogues fought back relentlessly, their teeth and claws striking hard against the werewolves' protective barrier of fur and muscles.

We were meant to be powerful, the cream of the crop so even though he was an Elder of a pack, I could not let him injure me. The third Elder snarled angrily as he half turned. His fingers elongated into claws and his eyes changed colour alongside his ears. This was a distinct feature of werewolves that were born into the Blackmoon pack. Whenever they half turned, their ears changed shape also. His yellow eyes glinted fiercely as he slashed towards me with his claws. I swerved to the right and stretched out my arms to grab him by the shoulders them pulled him over my head and slammed him to the ground.

Driven by its malicious nature, the wolf raked its claws down her back, tearing mercilessly into her delicate flesh, eliciting screams of raw agony. The wolf swiftly flipped her onto her back with its massive paw and began clawing into her chest and abdomen with its razor-sharp claws. Each slash was a new wave of torment and her harrowing screams was a spine-chilling symphony that echoed in the eerie night. She instinctively raised her arms in a feeble attempt to shield herself, but the wolf’s claws found their mark with brutal precision.

His defenses wavered under their relentless assault, and a sinking dread gripped me. Suddenly, one of the werewolves broke free from the skirmish and zeroed in on me. His partially shifted form was grotesque and menacing, with fur bristling along his forearms and elongated claws gleaming in the artificial light. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with predatory intent.

" After his last word the transfomation stared. His eyes glowed through the darkness, it was as if it was bathed with blood. His previous smile had changed to a deep frown as he tilted his neck a bit and bone cracking sound were heard. Crack! Crack! Crack! Hairs on his body grew longer on his skin, his fangs and claws grew so long it incomparable to normal werewolves own. ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! The shouts came from the opposite angle continuously as they transformed to werewolves with either red eyes , yellow or blue with sharp long claws, fangs and hairs.