Arknights Fang Novels & Stories

The torchlight barely showed the stranger’s face, but Lesley caught the flash of a mark on the wrist… silver ink in the shape of a fang. Her lips parted, a slow smile unfurling. “Silver Fang.” Her voice was hoarse from disuse, but the taste of those words was sweet. Silver Fang meant enemies of Ryder. Silver Fang meant wolves who might hate Crystal as much as she did. The figure pressed a finger to their lips, then slipped the bundle between the bars of her cell. The package was no larger than her palm, but the weight of it was heavy. It was Forbidden magic. She could feel it pulsing even through the cloth.

The favored son of the High Fang. He moved like the world didn’t have the right to touch him—each step deliberate, quiet, final. He was taller than I remembered. All lean muscle and storm-black leather. His uniform wasn’t standard issue; his cloak was embroidered with silver thread that shimmered like moonlight on fresh blood. His collar bore the sigil of the High Fang: a wolf’s skull surrounded by thorns. But it was his eyes that held me. Frost and fire. Cold blue with a ring of gold around the iris, the exact color of a winter sun burning through smoke.

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.

“This arrived while you were being stitched.” Lucian took it, and I watched his entire expression change as he read. The anger in his face went still rather than disappearing, which somehow made it worse. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer. I stepped closer and took the parchment from his hand before he could stop me. Only two lines had been written across the page. Stormfang has until the next full moon to surrender the human Luna. Refuse, and every pack that stands with Magnus Veyar will march against you.

She whispered with immense gratitude in her eyes. "Try to rest now, okay?" I said, I said, kissing her forehead. "I need to make a call." I added, standing up. With that, I left the room, clutching the phone tightly, as if I'd crush it with the mere intensity. Anger flared up inside me as I dialed the number the video came from. I paced back and forth as it rang. Finally, Victor picked up. "Well, well, if it isn't the great Lycan King himself," his mocking voice came through.

His eyes scanned the crowd, assessing threats with the precision of a hawk. “All clear,” he murmured, stepping aside to allow Lord Elton to proceed. Lord Elton gave a small nod, his gaze holding a quiet authority as he turned toward the second car, from which two young figures emerged—each embodying the Fang family’s formidable strength and feared reputation. First was Anrak Fang, the young master of the Fang family. His face held a monkish serenity, yet his eyes glimmered with a dark intensity. Those who knew Anrak spoke of his dual nature—calm as a monk on the outside, ruthless as a devil within. Anrak’s eyes briefly met his father’s, a silent acknowledgment passing between them, revealing

A wave of cold fury swept over Leonardo as he gripped the phone tightly. "What? How? Who were they?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He could feel his control over his temper slipping, as his wolf strained against his bonds. Yet another failure was reported as the blood moon slowly crept up on them. "It appears these people didn't have an intention of hiding themselves because they left some traces. But even then, we couldn't find out important information about them," the voice explained. "They are called the Fangs; their members have a fang tattoo on the backs of their arms, and they wear black robes with fangs designed boldly on their backs. We haven't been able to find the origin

The man bellowed "My daughter, now!" "Let him go!" Lauren snarled. She had bent low, her fingers curled into claws, her eyes changed from the normal brown to a glowing golden colour. Her fangs were out and hair was beginning to sprout from her body. Mike growled dangerously in response, his fangs even bigger than that of Lauren. Then suddenly his growl changed to a shocked expression. His fangs slowly receded and his eyes went back to normal as he stared at Lauren. The knife slowly dropped from his hand and he let go of Axel, the latter coughing as he tried to catch his breath.

Derek replied, his face turning into a mask of pure death as his voice dropped to a lethal, dark frequency. Then, Kate lunged forward across the moss, her fingers expanding into black claws as she slashed at Derek's face with lightning speed. The mountain air whistled and tore with the raw ferocity of her strike, her movements turning into a silver blur that was almost too fast for a beta eye to track. "Watch your flank, Derek! She is a grandmaster Shadow Fang Warrior who trains with the Blackfang Rogue Pack!" Erica warned anxiously, her breath catching as she wiped the wetness from her cheeks.

As the dust cleared out they all saw a female Humanoid creature walk out of the pit as she drew her blade unleashing a wailing cry as tens of hundreds of bipedal creatures called Fang Wraith’s rushed out of the pit and mauled the enemy with rage and fury. Like a pack of wolves, they hunt their prey together surrounding them and attacking in unison with their razor-sharp claws and acidic breath. They tore through the manna-infused armor of the new kingdom with relentless fury. While the Fang Wraiths served as the backbone of any High Glaive clan, their older sisters the Ragnophages served as their shock troopers and heavy support. These dragons, human, snake-like hybrids could use the weapons