Arknights Fang Novels & Stories

He was too close again. His eyes dropped briefly to my split lip, then back up and he said with a mocking tone “You look good at bleeding.” My jaw tightened and I said with gritted teeth “Get out of my rink.” Aiden leaned closer and whispered “Make me.” Something dark flashed in his eyes. It was not teasing but a challenge. What the hell! How dare he challenge me in my group? My wolf reacted violently. The air between us practically crackled. Then Aiden smirked, suddenly stepped back and said with a mocking tone “See you at initiation, Little Wolf.”

Talya slowly entered the circle, late, but with teeth extended. Fredock screamed using cat vocal cords and then shifted to man. Talya didn't stop her approach, grabbed his arm, bit down, and viciously tore it from his body. With one arm and one leg, he didn't bother shifting again. Nikka raked her claws down his chest and into his stomach. His entrails fell to the ground. Crazy eyes looked back at them for one moment as sanity returned. "Raykon will kill every fucking bitch here." Talya grabbed his other arm in her teeth and chomped down, adding pressure until everyone heard the bones crack.

he sneered, his words laced with a hint of dominance. My face twisted with hate and anger. I had no desire to be tamed; all I craved was his flesh. But it was clear he possessed superior strength and cunning. "Hahaha," I mocked, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Haaaaa!" I shifted, assuming a more aggressive form, my fangs bared, claws at the ready, and eyes blazing with fury. I lunged at him, aiming to strike, but he effortlessly blocked my attack with a hidden hand, countering with a powerful blow from his right hand.

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

Beyond them, servants waited with torches, their faces carefully blank. A figure emerged from the main keep. Alpha Ragnar moved like a man half his age. Fluid. Controlled. Dangerous. His silver hair was cropped close to his skull, his face weathered by decades of harsh mountain living. But his eyes were what the stories warned about. Pale gray. Almost colorless in the torchlight. They swept over Natasha with the precision of a blade finding its mark. "Shadow Fang sends a Luna to treat with me." His voice carried across the courtyard, deep and rough like grinding stone. "Interesting choice."

“Then every day of quiet is a borrowed blade pressed against our throats. She will strive harder, more desperately. You both know that.” “I do,” I whispered, the truth tasting like ash on my tongue. “Thalos said to find the oath of the Obsidian Fang. That it holds the key to ending her hunger for good.” Marcus leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together. The firelight carved shadows along his scarred cheek. “The Fang…” he muttered, almost to himself. “That is blood older than the first kingdoms. Dangerous ground to walk, Serena.” “I don’t care how dangerous it is,” Kael said, his voice steady. “If that’s what it takes, I’ll walk it with her.”

Either he hadn't found the chamber yet or he was saving it. Marina hoped it was the former. The Moonstone Fang was exactly where Edric had described it. Center altar, stone housing, the pale blue glow of it visible even without enhancement. A wolf's canine tooth the length of Marina's forearm, fossilized and laced with silver moonstone deposits, carrying the accumulated ritual energy of Silvermoon's centuries. She lifted it. The moment her hands closed around it the Fang's magic resonated against her hybrid frequency and she felt it the way she had felt the standing stones, recognition rather than activation, something old identifying something it had been waiting for.

Except for one thing. An obsidian fang. Sharp. Pristine. Gleaming with residual power. Jon's growl was low and guttural as he crouched to retrieve it, fingers brushing the small stone before he signaled the others. The fang pulsed once in his palm before going still, a sinister little echo of something ancient. Zarek was there within minutes, followed by Rune and Lioren. No words were needed as Jon handed the fang over. Zarek turned it in his hand, his expression grim.

The Silverfang sigil, a fragment of fabric which has always been on Kieran’s battle armour, but now torn, half-buried in ashes. “No…” I murmured in panic.

Now that I realized, he was wearing a necklace, and it was a symbol of fangs, just like what I saw in the flashback. “I don’t know…but have you met your ancestors in the spirit domain?” I asked while caressing and tracing his chest. Ethan was quiet for a minute before he sighed, then nodded. “Yeah, they all look different. The pack was indigenous-looking that was way back from decades or centuries, I think. They weren’t saying anything, but there was a portal, and I saw myself from the mortal.” Ethan played with my hair and then kissed my forehead. We are now lying on the bed. Both of us are naked. We just finished making love, and he’s now squeezing me between his arms.