Novel & Cerita Arknights Fang

it would lead to envy, and envy isn't a good thing. I quickly rippled from where I was seated, and my fang quickly elongated, as it was now being seen out of my mouth. ( Fang is the name of a supernatural creature's teeth ) Lucas also rises from where he's being seated, and we both run outside. Lucas is a vampire so his nails are already elongated, and likewise his Fang's. The wolf that had just come in to give the information quickly less the way. My eyes were filled with anger because for thousands of years.... no pack has been able to summon up the full courage to attack my pack.

“To be honest, I have seen a lot of fools over the years, but I must say that you take the cake!” Fane scoffed and winked at Nash, who then nodded and quickly hid behind a thick tree. Robin and the other three would be suspicious if anyone other than Nash did that but they ignored him since he was the weakest of them all. To them, those in the final stage of acquired level were like ants that could easily be killed with a stomp. Fane took a step forward and stretched out his hand to take out ten gray-black daggers from the Mustard Seed Spirit Ship. These ten gray-black daggers floated in front of him and were radiating a gray-black glow.

His heart hammered hard in his chest. It was one of the vampires from earlier—the taller one with sharp cheekbones and dark hair pulled back from his face. Soren, he thought the name was. The vampire leaned casually against a tree, watching him with amusement in his crimson eyes. Finn snarled again, louder this time, but after a second he forced himself to sit back down on the log. He wasn’t stupid. Starting a fight here would only cause problems for King Ronan, and he didn’t want to be the reason everything fell apart. Still, he kept the knife in his hand, eyes narrowed.

The laughter grew louder. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t help lowering my head for another look. …It was actually pretty nice. There was just a little dust on it. I took it off. Holding the wolf fang between my fingers, I lightly scraped at it with my nail. Then I lowered my head and gently blew on it. “That should clean it, right…?” The floating comments instantly exploded across my vision. 【How does she STILL not know what blowing on a wolf fang means!?】

Silver light rippled wildly. The restored seal flickered again. Then... A fracture appeared across the magical barrier. A thin line at first. Then another. Then dozens. Kieran's expression darkened. "They're stronger than I thought." The Shadow Fang laughed. "We've had centuries to gather our strength." It took one more deliberate step forward. "We're almost free." Nova tightened her grip on the Blackthorn dagger. She looked at the second pillar. Then at Kieran. Then back at the spreading cracks.

Rebecca looked like she had seen a ghost. Her face went deathly pale as she stared at Clara. The atmosphere around them seemed to freeze, and all you could hear was her heavy breathing. Time ticked slowly, but Clara's eyes were filled only with sternness and cold expectations. After several seconds of dead silence, Rebecca suddenly laughed. She grabbed the short knife and pressed the tip to her own heart without hesitation as everyone stared in shock. "As you wish!" There was the sound of a spurt, and then blood started to gush out, staining her hands and the front of her clothes red.

"I'm not the son anymore. I'm the End of the Lineage." I froze, the Sovereign-Fang heavy in my hand as the Cannibal-Pack began to erupt from my own child's marrow, their emerald-crimson eyes igniting in the dark.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

She looked like a child caught sneaking into a graveyard, as her pale knuckles clutched her skirt. “F..five?” she whispered. “That’s not true. There are only three Bloodfang, Moonveil, Ashpaw..” “And Nightborne,” I cut in smoothly, leaning forward so the light painted half my face in shadow. “But then there’s also Silverfang, my little pup” Her throat bobbed. “That’s impossible Silverfang is… a myth. A bedtime story told to scare pups and nightborne no longer exists .” “No.” My voice was velvet over steel. “Silverfang was never a myth.. it was my blood, my birthright, my ruin. And they buried it beneath ash and lies. Shall I show you?”