Arknights Fang Novels & Stories

They stood across from each other like opposing tides, each unwilling to break first. Topa Ironfang, the one who was meant to marry the girl stood like a mountain in the middle of it all. Arms crossed, back straight, a sneer that seemed permanent on his face. His dark hair fell over one eye, giving him the look of a wolf always ready to pounce. Muscles bulged from beneath his armor, and he radiated the arrogance of someone used to getting exactly what he wanted. He already had four wives, four which never spoke unless he asked and he liked it that way.

A beast resembling a shadow panther, its body sleek and its muscles rippling under the moonlight, stepped out of the darkness. Its long, curved fangs were not made of bone, but of gleaming, raw obsidian crystal. It was the Crystal Fang, the apex predator of this forest sector. It let out a low growl, a sound felt more as a vibration in the ground than a noise in the air. Its feral yellow eyes lit up as it stared at the helpless body at the bottom of the crater. It sniffed the air deeply, its tongue flicking out.

I had begun to notice a violet color seep into her eyes like that of her past self. She lifted a long, slender blade from the rack, brushing the dust away to reveal the words written on the hilt. A faint glow pulsed beneath her touch. I leaned closer. “What does it say?” She turned the weapon slightly to allow light shine on it so that she could read it well. "Lunar Fang." I felt a wave of recognition wash over me. “That name…” Rowan and Xander must have noticed our interaction as they stepped closer to us.

Screaming. I flinch back. "What is that?" I breathe. "It's called the Mourning Fang," Cyre answers, voice like ice. "Sharona's been searching for it for decades. A weapon designed to sever the soul from the body. A death sting. Specially crafted to kill a Banshee." My heart hammers in my chest. "Then we need to hide it." "No." Cyre voice turns firm, final. "We can't let it exist at all. Not even here. Not even in memory."

Samantha growled as her aura flared. “Yes, Alpha!” Greg said as he kissed Penny on the head before handing her and the other pup to a kitchen worker. His mind link swept over us. He and Daren both pulled their silver teeth from their pockets and snapped them in their mouths. These were similar in fashion to Samantha’s, although these were more akin to Invisalign braces and could be removed. But, just like Samantha’s, these would stretch and mold into their wolf’s fangs; essentially coating their fangs with silver. All the titled members and elite fighters had them. This is the meaning of SilverFang.

Entire walls shattered apart as ancient defensive systems activated automatically throughout the lower city. The Black Fang creatures paused immediately. Not from fear. Recognition. The lead creature slowly rose from the collapsed lower chamber beneath Ronan, blood dripping from its jaws. Then it smiled. “The Heart accepts her rage.” The First Fang attacked again before it could continue speaking. Her silver blade cut directly through one Black Fang’s shoulder while guardian warriors surrounded another with glowing chains forged from Lunar energy. But even now— The corrupted creatures refused to retreat. Because they were winning in another way. Every emotional spike from Aria strengthened t

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

"You can't imagine. I can across Eden today." She blinked rapidly, "Eden as in the jerk of an Alpha and Daciana first mate?" "Guess he is still good at being a jerk, he attacked blue fangs pack?" "Geez that's unthinkable. The blue fangs pack are oke of the sweetest and less troublesome pack in our region." "I know right." Arnou clipped, setting the glass down. He didn't know why but he felt that it wasn't just because elf his greed. Maybe he was trying to get their attention or he had a secret plan going on which bothered Arnou.

“If you know Donovan, won’t he be happy about you being here?” I tried naming the vampire. His reaction was enough to tell that Donovan was someone to be feared. Why? Was he a murderer? A king? A mercenary? “I don’t care what he thinks.” He tried to maintain her attitude. “Oh yeah. I believe you.” I snapped sarcastically. “What is your name, vampire?” “My name is Raven,” he answered simply. “Raven Arrow San Victores.” San Victores? Where did that last name sound to me? I hit my forehead with my hand when I realized. So Raven is a relative of Donovan. Yes, I could see the resemblance. Maybe it was in the shade of her crimson eyes. Or maybe his sharp features.

She stood shakily, wiping her hands on her cloak as she scanned the area for anything else. Her gaze caught something lodged in the bark of a tree a few feet away. She initially believed it to be a broken branch. Then she stepped closer. And froze. It was a fang. Not a natural fang. Not torn from a wolf’s mouth. It was carved. Sharpened. A weapon piece used by warriors who crafted fang blades for close combat. Pack-made. Lyra reached out and pulled it free carefully. The fang's edges were black and dried with blood stains.