Angel Fangs Piercings Novels & Stories

When he begins to lick the spot to heal it and leave his claim and mark as my true mate, I shove him back and slap him across the face. “Have you gone mad?” I shout. “Yes, Angel,” he answers without hesitation, and his eyes are glowing crimson. “I am deranged, and I will not let a jerk like him take advantage of my mate’s silliness; now you bear my mark.” Tears burn my eyes at the words I'm about to say.

“I’ll give you that one because you’re in shock, but next time you think you can do something like that I will knock you on your ass, boy.” “Monster!” Angela sounded outraged but I knew she wasn’t. There was a light gleaming in her eyes. She was enjoying it. “He was just being friendly…” Curling my hand around her upper arm, I tugged her towards me. “I just bet he fucking was. Why are you here Angela? In fact, I don't want to have this conversion here, go outside and wait by the bikes. Don’t fucking touch anything.” She opened her mouth to say something but Fang’s voice carried, interrupting whatever argument she was about to give. His words were loud and insistent. “Take her to the clubhous

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

- Colby says, leaving and closing the door. Angel sighs. He was unwilling to get up and get dressed. Perhaps a clash of cultures was what would decide his destiny. He wears white jeans with several rips, a belt from which several chains come out, a white and extra tight T with a design of two boys in a very romantic position, and he wears his white sneakers and holds his hair in a disheveled bun and leaves several loose ends that fall to the side of his face. He put on his ring and chose a bracelet made of stones in the color of the rainbow. In his ears, he puts three diamonds, one in the right ear and two in the left. He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even p

I leave Seraphina exhausted and covered in nice bruises, I take out the syringe and put it into her arm pushing the drug into her and then I leave. I head back to the new pack house and inform Angus that another lot of our rogues have been slaughtered by that vamp king. I am a lot more relaxed now after having my session with Seraphina, its Angus's turn next but not for a couple of days so some if not all the bruises I just put on her should be nearly healed. The only ones that wont heal or go away are the marks I gave her, one on her shoulder and one on her breast both were enjoyable to put there.

"Sparkling angel, I believed You were my saviour in my time of need Blinded by faith I couldn't hear All the whispers - the warnings so clear I see the angels, I'll lead them to your door There's no escape now, no mercy no more No remorse 'cause I still remember The smile when you tore me apart You took my heart, deceived me right from the start You showed me dreams - I wished they would turn into real You broke the promise and made me realize It was all just a lie Sparkling angel, I couldn't see Your dark intentions, your feelings for me Fallen angel, tell me "why?" What is the reason? The thorn in your eye (...) Could have been forever Now we have reached the end This world may have failed

I took off my shirt and dressed Angel in it hoping that once she woke my scent would keep her calm and make her feel safe. I lifted her gently placing one arm under her head and another under her knees trying to be as gentle as I possibly could. As I held Angel her head fell against my chest, the sparks that danced along my skin felt amazing, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I looked at her beautiful face taking in every perfect feature growling when I noticed that her lip was split and she had a bruise to her cheek. Whilst the liquidised silver was in her bloodstream she wouldn’t heal. I needed to get her to the pack doctor and get them to flush it out.

His eyes are wide, and he nod slowly. “Okay, make sure we don’t go into the wrong caves then, please.” I nod with a small chuckle. “We should be fine, they rarely attack unless they see something they want, and we aren’t transporting anything valuable or anything so I doubt we will see them,” I shrug. I look ahead of us and see Angel glaring at me. Her eyes change colors, and her canines peek out from her lips. The guards jerk her so that she is looking forward again. I blow out a heavy breath, shaking my head of the confusion that swirls in my mind.

My bla bla bla is fixed and him being a nagging part of my life will actually destroy it completely. "Angel" his soft whisper brought me back to the world I was trapped in. I rolled my eyes upwards, walking past him, ignoring him. "What's the matter baby? Do you want something?" He dragged me, pulling me back into his room. I turned an icy glare at him, "I want? I want my fucking freedom, Mr. Hunter. Let go of me. Stop nagging me." I snapped. His eyes turned glassy, "Baby"

Scarlet winked. "Maybe if you cut your hair a bit shorter and straightened ….much less kinky...curly? I don't know...you won't have to worry about having so much metal in your hair." Alicia suggested. "Fangs off my hair Alicia. This baby is going nowhere." She hissed. "Okay-okay!" Alicia snorts,"Just saying." "Well it's the only thing she is passionate about besides dueling. "Oh that's right." Scarlet let out a devilish grin. In a split second a carefully aimed dagger was seen propelled towards Alicia, it's sharp end positioned to inevitably pierce it's target.