Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

Scarlet commanded, in a very casual tone. "What? You didn't think we would actually want to eat with you guys right? See I had a long day, I don't want to reek of blood tonight so…." They scrambled out before she finished her sentence, what had bothered them the most wasn't death but the torture before it. It is rumored Alicia could use the "Sage of the spirit", an extremely brutal stone-like fruit rarely ever found which could cause unimaginable pain and intense hallucinations when used on a vampire.

“However, the Fangs didn't manage to become stealth like the Reds had. In just one night, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels. They were angry and refused to help the Fangs and, instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of the Fangs people. “That essence darkened the poor men's blood, eroded their fangs and snatched away their speed on par with the Bats. They wake up in a state like ordinary people; black blood and does not have the privileges of the Red groups. Feeling ashamed and guilty, the Fang declared to the Order of Security that they could not help. The Reds comfort and mourn for them.

I hit the concrete hard enough to drive the breath from my chest. The fang flew from my hand and skidded somewhere out of reach, pale and blood-slick against the dark ground. Finn loomed above me, panting, his face stripped of every easy expression I had ever known on it. There was nothing left there now but hate, hunger, and a last terrible need. He raised the tube again, and for a heartbeat all I could see was the shape of it blotting out the floodlight. Then the pack hit him.

Alex smiled, his faint fangs catching the light. Always.

Weak, and defeated. I sat down on one of the six chairs in the throne room, and relaxed on the backrest. “What is the nature of their wounds?” I asked, while contemplating his report. “Claw marks, obviously another vampire's. The blood from the wound is also unusual.” He explained. I looked up at him. “How unusual?” “Dark, and almost bluish. Almost like an attack from a-” “Rogue.” I finished off for him, in a voice cold enough to freeze an ocean.

“They’re not Wraiths.” “No,” Ember hissed, eyes flaring gold. “They’re ferals.” I shifted mid-run, my clothes shredding, bones snapping. I landed on four paws, snarling. And then they came. Dark-furred shapes lunging from the woods, foam dripping from their fangs. Eyes glowing like dying coals. I launched into them. Behind me, Ember threw fire. Lilly gripped Logan and ran for the trees. The scream came again. My daughter’s scream.

Splashes of blood dripped down from his hair and fell down to his lips because of the rain. As the sinful taste exploded on his tongue, as whimpers left his victim’s lips and he begged him to stop, he willed himself not to close his eyes...He didn’t want to miss the moment he had been waiting for all evening. He wanted to see that fear in the bastard’s eyes...He would enjoy it. Fuck! He was enjoying this. The blood on his skin and tongue, the blade in his grasp...He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be a monster.

he said his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment. “It will be fun.” He said as he laughed again. I gazed at him and moved my hand and slapped him on his cheek. He stopped laughing and moved his hand on his cheek. He gazed at his hand at the blood that trickled from the blow of the cuffs on my hands. He smirked at me as his cold eyes held mine. “How dare you..” he said as he gritted his teeth. Suddenly I felt a searing pain on my back. I cried in agony as I gazed at Claus. He smirked at me, his left hand holding a whip that I never saw him have it in the first place.

had made him want to find out more. "Seriously, would it kill you to shut up?!" Robin roared and turned to him. Eric's mouth fell open as he saw her face. It had changed quite unexpectedly. Her eyes were gray and glowing, her chest was heaving, fangs were jutting out from her thin mouth, and Eric barely had time to process any thoughts before a terrified scream escaped his lips.

Hoff had been holding was blood. "It just had to be you," said the angry teacher. That was when I saw them, the fangs. In this mouth hung a pair of sharp looking bloody fangs.