
Ouroboros
Ryan Verniere
Ryan Verniere
Rayla Heide
Ojan dove beneath his bunk, desperately kicking the insects as they clawed for him. He prised the round wooden figure from his pocket.
“Please, Rammus, I pray to you,” he whispered.
Ian St. Martin
Down there, in those final, blood-soaked days before I left it all behind, they called me Talon.
Blood spreads out across the stones from her target, now her kill.
Michael Luo
Udyr brought his fists down in a flurry of explosive blows, creating a web of cracks running down the creature’s body. He clawed and slashed with abandon, tearing away at his foe. Howling in pure rage, he threw back his head and sank his fangs deep into the spirit’s neck.
L J Goulding
For now, I walk as Horok once walked, and I do this with his blade held out before—
The closest of you lunges. Horned shell and razor-sharp talons graze my side as I twist away, breath rasping through the pipes in my mask.
Anthony Reynolds & Rayla Heide
Hundreds of miles away, where the sun never rose, a spirit walker woke screaming, clawing at his face with hands twisted into immense talons.
Across the ice floes in a different direction, packs of rimefang wolves threw back their heads and howled, echoing the demi-god’s cry.
Graham McNeill
“Ma’kara’s favorite,” said Sai-Surtha, reaching out and running a clawed hand across his mount’s nearest head. The sauren grumbled and hissed, its three jaws opening wide.
Graham McNeill
Ian St. Martin
Graham McNeill
I had seen pictures of ancient Icathian armies in the forbidden texts—brave warriors arrayed in serried ranks of gold and silver—and though we were a shadow of such forces, we were no less proud. Two thousand talon-riders were deployed on either flank, their scaled and feathered mounts snorting, and stamping clawed hooves with impatience.
Graham McNeill
The soulgorger reached for her with ghostly talons, but the door of its prison was already slamming shut. Its form stretched, twisting in the air as it was pulled back inside the hourglass, along with its enslaved host.
Anthony Reynolds
Anthony Reynolds
He clutched at her with the last of his strength, with hands that more closely resembled a vulture’s talons than anything belonging to a man. “Promise me,” he croaked, burning with
a desperate fire.
Graham McNeill
The chained True Ice fell from her numbed hand. Her fingers were black and clawed with frostbite.
The mammoth staggered, its mighty heart freezing in its chest, the blood in its veins turning to ice.
Dana Luery Shaw
Graham McNeill
His reverse stroke drove the second into the dust, leaving him groaning in pain as Nasus set a clawed foot on the bottom step.
He climbed toward the summit where the sun gleamed on the beaten metal of the disc.
Anthony Reynolds
It righted itself unsteadily, clawing at the ice with talons the length of daggers. A slashing tail unfurled behind it, and it lifted its head, all bony tusks and jutting spines, revealing a burning, purple-tinged light at its heart.
Graham McNeill
Much like us all, thought Ta’anari. He drew a clawed finger down the etched list of names and numbers, a meticulous record of tithes from the newly-established trading port of Kha’zhun in the north.
Odin Austin Shafer
The remaining town guards desperately, helplessly clawed for an escape but they were met only with axes and death.
Near them, an Ursine butchered the remains of a shopkeeper.