Novel & Cerita Arknights Fang

The energy in Rogers Arena was a live wire, 19,000 fans buzzing with a mix of awe and morbid curiosity over the “Vamp Duo” phenomenon. Banners tangled in the rafters: “Thorne Burns Bright” clashing with cheeky “Fangs Out Tonight!” Merchandise flew off shelves faster than a slapshot, even as the league labeled it all “fan fiction.” In the locker room, Alex laced skates with intense focus, fangs retracted, thirst simmering low from Jake’s vein earlier that night. Brody clapped a hand on his shoulder.

Knights were gathered in clusters—some sharpening blades, some stirring pots over low fires. “Lady Abby!” One of the younger knights waved me over, holding out a small crate. “Mana stones and monster materials,” he said proudly. “Already sorted.” I accepted the crate with a nod. Inside, I could see the dull gleam of stones—half of them still warm from battle. Fangs. Claws. Even a few blackened feathers from one of the rift beasts. “Good work,” I said, voice steady. Alaric stepped up beside me again, glancing down into the crate.

From the doorway, Ember’s voice answered low, “They’re quiet because they feel it too.” The war room had become a place of constant tension. Link stood over the stone table, palms flat, while Ember, Micah, and four regional Alphas argued over lines on the map. “No,” one of them snapped. “This isn’t Umbra. This is older.” “We all know the stories,” Ember said coldly. “But if it’s what we fear—if the Forgotten Fang is real—we’re not just dealing with war. We’re dealing with corruption. This thing doesn't fight in battles. It hollows you out from the inside.”

Since the moment she touched it. She had everything planned. From the beginning, she played me. This was what she wanted. This is what they wanted. The Core Fang. The weapon that all creatures killed for. She wanted my kingdom. My men. My power. Everything. “You…” I breathed, my voice barely human. Aquamarine blinked, her eyes wide and her face red from crying. Her body trembled like the power she’d summoned was draining her. “Please trust me—” “You little spy,” I sneered. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? They were right about you. They were right about your pack!”

But Fang stood his ground. “I see you want my special attention, slave.” Snow leered at Fang. “Well, you have it. Pick your choice. Now!” “I’ll rather die than serve under your pack.” Fang spat in his face. What? Chanda faltered. Fang couldn’t be serious. “So be it.” Snow smirked, pulled out a sword with a silver coated blade from his side and raised it in the air. “It will be my pleasure to send you to your master.”

“Thalia is at it again. She imprisoned one of my friends. Franka. Right now, she is being tortured, maybe worse." "I see." "The last time Thalia attacked me and kept it quiet, you blamed me for not being open. Yes, I was wrong to hide it. Now, I’m telling you because I trust you, because I want you to help me, Luna." Selena’s lips pressed thin. “Who is this Franka? Is she a gamma or. . ." "An omega," I said. “but she's a friend. And she's loyal to Bloodmoon.” "You always claim your friends are loyal. The last one I released, I've not seen any impact."

- Phil -FANGS OF DARUGA / RARITY: RARE- DEX: 15 STR: 15 DURABILITY: 100 ABILITY: POISON- A VERY DEADLY POISON THAT CAN BE STACK UP TO 15X AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES. AN UNCOMMON WEAPON THAT CONSIST OF 15 PARTS. USING THE FANG OF DARUGA AND THE CRYSTALIZED BLOOD OF THE SERPENT KING IT HAS A DEADLY POISON THAT CAN KILL ANY MONSTER. THOUSAND REFINED WEAPON, EXPONENTIALLY INCREASE THE DESTRUCTIVENESS OF THIS NEEDLE-LIKE FANG

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

Suddenly their heads turned to look behind me. "Brendon?" I heard Fang's familiar voice ask. He was standing behind me. I turned slowly to look for him. Look was out of the question as I raised my head to meet his eyes. Fang was almost the same size as the moon goddess! I couldn't believe my eyes. He was bright like red flames. The moon goddess' color was so similar to how Fang looked. His light wasn't like a sky awakening... But like a fireplace's dim light. Fang growled past me. "Go find something else to terrorize," he barked. I heard the wolves around me back off. Their paws disappearing from ear shot.