Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

Their collective spirit remained unyielding, their bond unbreakable. The fateful day arrived when the Bloodmoon Clan, cloaked in darkness, launched their assault. The clash between the rival packs was fierce, the sounds of snarls, growls, and the clash of teeth and claws filling the air. The pack fought valiantly, their unwavering determination fueling their every move.

someone shouted, and chaos erupted. They came from everywhere—bursting from the trees, a wave of snarls and claws, eyes glinting with feral hunger. The pack scrambled, some shifting, others drawing weapons, but the Bloodfangs were fast, ruthless. A massive wolf lunged at us, teeth bared, and Lucian met it head-on, slashing its throat in a spray of blood. I spun, yanking my blade free, and drove it into the side of another charging figure, its howl cut short as it crumpled.

I screamed. I freaked out at the sight of him. I wasn’t expecting to see those red eyes and fangs. This face looked like that of a dead man, a skeleton. He had lost most of his flesh. He was thin and bony. When he saw my reactions. He moved closer to me, that his fangs were touching my skin. “You blood..” He pulled back. “It’s black and deadly. It could kill.” “I could kill you.” I blurt out. This was where I got my chance to attack him. He said my blood was dark, then, he couldn’t drain from it. He couldn’t hurt me.

They were the embodiment of darkness, their actions leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. The fear that had gripped Lucian now wrapped its icy tendrils around my own heart. I knew the danger we were facing, the magnitude of the threat that loomed over us. The Dark Fangs were not to be taken lightly—they were ruthless, heartless, and capable of unspeakable acts. As Lucian continued to explain the details relayed by Alpha Darwin, a mix of shock and dread settled within me. The casualties, the brutality—it was beyond comprehension. I couldn't help but imagine the pain and suffering inflicted upon our kind by these merciless beings.

The most elite assassins, carefully cultivated from their ancient bloodlines by the Fenrir Council. The “Urban Fangs” patrol—the warriors reorganized from Victor and the “Bloodfang” gang—bravely met them. This was their first real battle since swearing allegiance. But the battle… was a massacre. The “Fangs,” fueled by the ferocity of street brawls and their newly acquired equipment, fought valiantly. But they faced ghosts. The pureblood assassins moved among them, their fighting style a horrific art. They didn't use guns; their hands were weapons, their fingertips gleaming with obsidian-like claws. A precise sweep could slice through a tactical vest; a swift thrust could pierce a throat.

Those bastards of the Blood race and the Fiends were good at inflaming the Evil Fang Star's anger. "Let's call those people over and ask them the details. If they kill people for no reason, I'll cut off their heads and let them pay with their lives for killing the warriors of the Evil Fang Star," the expert of the Lycan race said gloomily, his blood-red eyes terrifying. "Good! That's very good!" The tiger-headed expert from the Evil Fang Star said. The expert of the Lycan race turned around, looked at Chu Xun, and said angrily, "You guys, get over here."

Long and frightening fangs. "Damn it."

And his eyes were golden, amber, burning, flashing red when the light hit them just right, like embers hidden beneath ash. Scars covered his knuckles. Old white ones. Fresh pink ones. He had been fighting something for years, something that left marks, and he hadn't bothered to hide them. They said he didn't care what people thought. They said he was past pretending to be civilized. My fangs ached worse now, pulsing with my heartbeat. My blood turned to lava in my veins, hot and urgent and wrong. The tray wobbled dangerously as my body reacted to him, every cell screaming mate mate mate while my brain tried desperately to catch up and shut it down. This couldn't be happening. Not again. Not

My voice made Lucas jolt so hard he almost dropped the bundle. The movement angered the thing in his arms. The baby let out a piercing, unholy shriek. It wasn't the cry of a wolf pup, but something far more evil. A corner of the blanket came loose. I saw a pair of blood-red eyes. And two tiny, razor-sharp fangs. The vampire spawn was starving, desperate to sink its teeth into any living thing nearby. Lucas's expression shifted rapidly—from terror to guilt, and finally, to grim determination.

“I’ve claimed your body. I’ve claimed your blood. Now I’m going to claim the rest of you.” He sank his fangs into my neck again — deeper than before. The pleasure was so intense my vision whited out. At the same time, he thrust back inside me and started fucking me with long, powerful strokes. I came almost instantly, sobbing his name as my pussy clamped down around his cock. He didn’t stop drinking. He kept fucking me through the orgasm, swallowing my blood while he claimed every inch of me. When he finally pulled his fangs free, his lips were red. He licked the wound closed slowly, almost reverently.