Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes turned dark, he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue explored every corner of my mouth. He lifted my chin with one finger and he buried his face between my neck and shoulder. I didn't know what to expect, I thought he was going to kiss me there but holy fuck, I felt his teeth sinking into me. I screamed as the pain burned invisible holes in my brain, it made me see yellow and green. He stopped and licked my neck, he pulled away and his lips were bloody, those were fangs sneaking behind his lips, fangs that were not usually there.

The blonde man was so horny he didn’t even notice that Cybill’s eyes were glowing bright red and her fangs were now fully exposed. “Close your eyes, here I come,” she instructed, wrapping her long shapely leg around his hip, sinking his length inside her. Her meal closed his eyes and exhaled as he entered her deadly walls. It was the last breath he would ever take. Cybill lunged forward sinking her fangs deeply into the thick vein on his neck. She sucked in ferociously, draining all the blood from above his shoulders. The hot salty liquid gushed down her throat making her eyes flutter shut with satisfaction. His corpse slumped into her arms as she sucked the last drop of blood from his body.

His shirt stuck to his chest, nipples hard, hair damp with sweat. He wanted to scream. His wolf was howling inside, clawing at his ribs, demanding release. Demanding to be taken. To be filled. “No,” he whispered. “No. No, not like this.” At that moment it seemed like the pills went into effect immediately. He didn't feel any urge or sexual tension or anything of such but then his face turned dead red, his eyes burning like brimstone , anger erupted like a volcano that had been preparing to erupt for years.

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

Amy finally drew her lips away from his, "I want to kiss all of you, every place on your body." Marcus felt his fangs elongate and he smiled. Amy placed her finger back into his mouth touching the sharp points. She pressed her finger hard and felt a small burning prick as the fang nicked her finger. Marcus sucked the small amount of blood as Amy's mouth began doing what she had promised.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

My teeth are still white, the same as the pups. Rogues are usually yellow fangs. The very few strong ones capable of destroying entire packs are blue, making them highly dangerous. But that wasn't a problem. The Nightingale pack had two blue fangs- taking it down wouldn't be a problem. "This battle is going to be intense." Frey chirped, as excitement coursed through me. Watching the warriors battle was the highlight of my day. I leaned forward, observing the rogue's movements closely. It was strong, but clumsy due to the injury on its front legs. I predicted the warriors would target its front legs to bring it down, but the rogue knew that as well, and would probably be on guard.

Panic-stricken, crying in fear, I grabbed a hold of my clothes, covering what was left of my body. I saw it now, his eyes. They were fully red. The fangs. He had fangs prowled out from his mouth. His fingers, now claws. Asher Blackwood was more than mysterious. He wasn’t human!

Alphas behind me and an angry ocean in front of me… I desire to live. As soon as I hear a growl coming from behind me, I decide to either stay on the rig or, at the very least, find a route to the pier. A Lycan leaps on the one chasing me as I speed down the edge of the platform just as someone grabs my heels. The backs of my legs are splattered with blood, making the surface even more slick. As the eye passes over us, the storm rages over the gulf.