Novel & Cerita Arknights Fang

If that arrow had found its mark, though not fatal, it would have left him nursing some serious wounds. Little did Zikk know, the surprises were just getting started. As soon as his eyes caught sight of that obsidian shade, every instinct in his mind screamed for him to flee, to put as much distance between himself and the impending danger. Shadow Fang. This creature was no ordinary monster. While the Sapilisk and its ilk began their existence at the lowest ranks, this shadow fang was different. From the moment it was born, it already possessed the power and status of a B-rank or even a Unique-classed monster.

“That's not what I'm asking. Is she working with The Family?” Letting out a rattling sigh, I kicked my legs out. But I didn't answer him. “Cyber, you were meant to find out her motives, not get your dick sucked. Is she a threat to the club or not?” Fang's voice was growing louder, his anger taking over. Most people mellowed with age, but not Fang. He was just as fiery as he had been in his twenties.

I came him three shots in a row. Since he didn't mention faizzal's name, it only means one thing. He has numerous shadow workers working in his name. And out of his workers and spies, one is breathing under my roof. I continued stabbing deep into orlan's hand ignoring his loud groans. I pulled out the blade from his arm and pointed it directly to his eyes. "I can't allow you go to hell in an intact state." And with that I plunged the knife into his right eyes. His howl and groan filled the whole room. I twisted it deeper into his eyes till I successfully plucked it out before moving to the second eyes.

I said, a wide smile pulling at my lips. "I would give three quarters and more to see the sour expression on her face." Leana commented, stifling a chuckle with her fist. "You two sure are something." Gerald chuckled. "It is the least way to get back at her." I defended. "I can think of at least a dozen ways to get back at her." Leana quipped. "Yeah, yeah. I know all about the vengeful fire that burns in the pits of your stomach. But right now, we have more important things that require our attention." Gerald said.

Only possibility. Then a scream echoed through the cavern and everything shattered. We were on our feet instantly, weapons drawn, hearts racing. The scream came again, closer, terrified, and Auren's voice followed. "The barrier!" The entire cavern shook violently as the silver tree flashed once, twice, then cracks of black darkness spread through its glowing trunk. The First Wolf roared, a sound filled with pain, and for the first time since arriving at the Fang, fear appeared in the ancient guardian's eyes. Something had found them. Something powerful enough to damage the prison itself. And whatever it was, it had arrived early.

"I... know who you are..." Arka looked at him coldly. "Does that matter?" He leaned closer. "Where is the Noctis Syndicate's headquarters?" Snake Fang let out a hoarse laugh. "You're even more terrifying than the video..." He coughed. "But you're still human." He looked straight at Arka. "Should I call you Arka... or... Alpha Fang?" A crazed smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "I'll tell you where the headquarters is..." He drew his final breath. "In hell."

Aria POV "The bidding for the Ancestor’s Fang begins at three million credits!" The Sentinel elder’s voice boomed off the stone walls of the sanctuary. He stood behind the altar, his robes sweeping the floor as he pointed a finger toward the crystal dome. Inside the glass sat the bloody tooth. It was the size of a dagger. Deep, dark red. Jagged lines cut through the enamel like frozen lightning. It pulsed with old, heavy power. The founding relic of the Blue-Claw Pack.

"The Council had intelligence that your abilities were developing. They believed the ceremony environment — the concentration of pack energy, the moon at peak — might trigger a manifestation. The plan was to remove you quietly before the ceremony completed." "Quietly," I said. "Yes." "And if I manifested before they reached me?" His eyes moved — briefly, involuntarily — to the silver-black bolts the hunters had carried out of the room. My fire pressed against my sternum like a hand against a wall. "Those bolts," I said. "What are they?" Silence. "What are they made of?" "Selena—" "*What are they made of?*" He looked at me for a long moment. "Something old. Something the Council has held in r

“They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow. The first feral lunged from the trees, lucien moved like a blade drawn from its sheath. Blood magic flared as he tore through the first three in seconds, bodies snapping before they could scream. Two more rushed to my side. I stepped forward and caught one by the throat and twisted. The spine cracked with a dull crack as the body fell limply aside. The last feral tried to flee, but I was faster, I appeared before him, eyes glowing red as I seized it's neck and crushed it between my fingers.

Vexia's body went rigid, and her lips parted in shock. “M-Me? What… what does this have to do with me?” Ronan's growl cut through the silence as he got up from the rubble. His condition was so bad, the blood was dripping from his mouth, and his aura was flickering with unstable rage. “Let her go!” He snarled. “She’s the Luna of the Shadow Fang Pack. She is my Luna! She will never leave with you.” How dare he claim this? He thinks he can take what was mine. The urge to snap his neck right now was too much. But then Vexia’s voice pierced me again. It was shaking and raw.