Angel Fangs Piercings Novels & Stories

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

I was too distracted by it that I hadn't even noticed what was bothering me all this time. "It's perfectly healed, Angel," He replied with a deep sigh escaping his lips. We stared at each other awkwardly, and he made sure to keep his distance away from me. "What were you trying to do earlier, mark me?" I asked tentatively. He rushed to dissuade my worries, attempting to come closer but took a step back when I shuffled father into the bed. "Nox is primal and he doesn't understand the situation fully, He just wants to be bound to you forever," He replied. "And please call me Xeros"

his fangs elongated and sunk into my neck, claiming me. An ear piercing scream was heard and my eyes closed as I submitted to the darkness.

Hell, I was fully aware of how much he fucked girls, he changed them as frequently as he smoked. “I don’t like my name on your skin!” I said pointedly, making overly exaggerated heaving noises. Kevin smirked, the piercing on his lip gleaming in the club lights, “Who says it’s your name? You don’t own the word. Besides, I just particularly like that word, Angel. I was looking for an inspo for a new tattoo and it just fits,” He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics.

I laughed as we walked towards the restroom, “I told you to skip biology and get this over but no, you want to be hard-headed, now look at you.” “Shut up,” she said weakly as I pushed open the restroom door. I barely rolled up my sleeve as Janea bared her fangs, the pointed canines pressing into her bottom lip and making an indention, her eyes becoming slivered and a glowing shade of yellow, her painted nails sharpening into claws. She chomped down on my arm and no amount of healing or durability can take away the pain of being bitten by a hungry vampire. “Whoa! Take it easy Janea! That actually hurt,” I exclaimed.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge about the rig with us. The state of affairs in this place is much worse than I had anticipated. Years ago, when I was just starting out as a mercenary, I went here for another task, but a lot has changed since then. The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig.

Mira curiously wondered. “No, just around Luca and his family.” Angel honestly answered as looked at her curiously to what Mira was thinking all of a sudden. “Hmm…I think I could help you with it…but…it will cause of marking you completely…” she went blunt on Angel who immediately defended himself. “What? Can we not do that?” Angel sounded like a whining kid and Mira chuckled before pinching the tip of his nose. “I am not offering on making love. I said marking permanently. Bite mark.” Mira cleared and Angel was totally blushing in embarrassment.

I chewed my lips anxiously, cautious to not draw any blood. A friendly looking waiter's eyes met mine as I flashed him a weak smile, not moving from my position. Angel's was a trendy, affordable place with a live band every day at this hour and an open patio for people who wished to dance or dine outside. The place was dim with only fairy lights yet not dark enough that I could not be seen by Logan. At a table to the far right, I saw Cath and my friends seated, their giggles and murmurs mingling with the melliflous songs played and sung by a handsome boy band on the stage right next to their table.

I can't lose my angel! *************************