Black Fang Begonia Novels & Stories

Her actions completely eradicated the foul image they thought of her. “Everyone, this woman before you, is my precious eldest daughter, Zane Fangs.” Lester Fangs stood and announced as he raised a glass of wine in his hand. “And this is my youngest daughter, Victoria Fangs, who had just reunited with me. Now with my family complete, we hope for your guidance and acceptance. Cheers everyone!” he added as the spot light directed to the sisters who stood opposite each other, completely contrasting each other's look. Raising their glass as they shouted cheers and congratulations before the party officially started.

“Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood on the beach, Full moonscow, et cetera et cetera.” What in the world is going on here? I’ve never heard of these. There is no such thing. The bartender smirked. “Try this, it's on the house.” He handed me a dark red drink. It looked thick. I questioned if I should drink it. Me being me, of course, I drank it. The bartender stifled out a laugh at my reaction. It was strong, but it tasted weird. Weird. “What is this? It tasted a little weird. I smacked my lips in distaste.

I narrowed my eyes but before I asked anything, I heard his deep voice “You’ve been invited, Black.” Hearing it, my stomach tightened. I knew Cross had a secret society. And in there, his loyal followers did whatever their master asked them to do, no matter what it was. But why did he give me this invitation? Looking at my confused expression, Aiden smirked and said “Try not to disappoint us.” Then he walked away, leaving me staring at the envelope. I took it with shaking hands and looked at the stamp across the seal. It was a silver wolf head which symbolized the Cross family and there was a name written in block letters “OBSIDIAN CIRCLE”.

With a determined expression, she points to her selection, signaling her choice. Finrir, after a moment of consideration, nods toward an oxyplant featuring oval leaves. Its unique characteristics catch his attention, and he feels a connection to it. Tritan's attention turns to a particular oxyplant, recognizing it as his sister's favorite. With one of its many ancestors being an orchid, this oxyplant boasts vibrant purple blooms speckled with bioluminescent patterns.

Fiona said with a hint of amusement, “I mixed some baneberry juice with the blood of a bat and the powder of dried calabar beans.” Luella nodded her head. “Pretty good, pretty good, but bat’s blood is used in black magic, not white. Do you mean you...?” “Yes, I’m able to do both when need be,” Fiona interjected. “Very impressive,” Luella murmured, more to herself than to anyone else in the room. “It’s lucky Balthazar never got his hands on you,”

I asked him. “Wolfsbane, it is poison to werewolves. If it makes contact with your skin, it will burn like acid and if you happen to consume it you get really feverish and sick. Stay far away from it” he said in a firm voice, letting me know how serious he was. I studied this deadly flower. It looked so pretty, which was ironic. It was purplish-blue and its petals had the shape of a helmet. “If it is so deadly, why do you let it grow here?” I asked. It just didn't make sense to me.

The darkness within the cavern enveloped us, its oppressive weight matching the uncertainty that loomed in our hearts. We treaded cautiously, our paws making soft but deliberate steps along the rocky terrain. The faint glow of luminescent moss provided the only source of light, casting an eerie glow on our fur. As we delved deeper into the cavern, a figure emerged from the shadows, a werewolf with sleek black fur and piercing amber eyes. His presence seemed unexpected yet oddly comforting in this foreboding place.

The scent of honeysuckle tickled my nostrils. "What are you implying, wolf," I demanded loudly, causing Faelon to eye me strangely. "Nothing dear but you made that angel's heart begin to beat," she growled teasingly and I looked over at Faelon and shook my head. "Are you an angel?" I asked him bluntly. Faelon shook his head and growled, "I'm a mixed breed." "Welcome to the club," I muttered and showed him my shifted Lycan hand. "Impressive," he grunted and tilted his head once again like he was listening to someone speaking.

He pointed at the big black pot in front of him and said, "It's stewing in the pot, and will be ready soon." Ding Hao thought of the scene he saw just before he fainted. The Bi Fang was a ferocious creature ranked very high among the 36 Divine Beasts of the Archean Big Dipper. It was so fierce that it could kill a Demon Saint in the blink of an eye. Yet it was caught in the pot of this coarse-looking old man. Too much of an exaggeration, wasn't it?

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.