Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

London: Fuyu stood a heavy-breathing mess, with blood gushing down his forehead. His muscles tightened as he stood, looking down with bared teeth at the dismembered bodies scattered around. He growled slowly, his extended claws dripping blood onto the ground. His eyes were a blood-thirsty red, glistening with a dark glow as he ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes dilating at the metallic taste of blood.

Guiding my member back into her, she adjusted herself and twirled her waist with me inside her driving me into euphoria. Small, nimble fingers travelled my check and abdomen, mapping out the contours of my abs and she leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. Pulling away from my lips, she retracted her fangs and I have to tell you, they were the whitest, sharpest, distinct pair of fangs I had ever seen. Funny how I had never seen her fangs before. They were beautiful. Just like her. Reaching into my neck as she lifted herself and descended unto my member, she dug her fangs into my neck and she took as much blood as she could, moaning in the process.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

A pair of laughter came from above us. It made my heart stop. I knew what was coming before it even happened. Why weren't we careful!? I heard Fang squeak out a whimper and I stopped to look back at him. FANG! I found him rolling as two ungodly looking sub vampire species was attacking him. Their blades were matching as they held onto metal rods soaked in the smell of wolfsbang. A deadly herb for werewolves because.... once in the wound we won't heal properly. I know- because of the trap.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

It was a sunny morning, and I was seated in Sebestian's meeting room, Sebestian by my side sitting across from four Alphas of the Four prominent packs and the Elders of each Pack. In the Werewolf side of the world, there were five powerful Packs, Each one with a peculiar strength, that ruled the Lycan world. The Bloodfang Pack, their fangs absorb the blood of the prey, making them stronger and faster, and with every kill, their fangs are dyed red. Commonly called the Thieves of Strength. It is said that, the worst nightmare is to have a bloodfang smile at you.

Then without hesitation, she bit his neck, blood trickled down her face. “FATHER” Fleki screamed. He took off, his arms swinging from side to side as he ran towards our father. “FLEKI NO” I screamed as I raced after him. Fleki fell on the ground in front of our father's feet, as he did the lady opened her mouth revealing rows of sharp white teeth, two large pointed white fangs sat in the corners of her mouth. Lifting her wrist to her mouth her fangs pierced through her pale skin. Then to our horror, she thrust her bleeding wrist on top of my father's mouth.

He smeared it with his thumb, pressing it into her nipple before shoving his cock against her lips. “Taste me,” he growled. “Blood, cock… all of me. He jerked her head back halfway off his cock, his fangs grazing her lip until a bead of blood welled. He smeared it across his shaft with his thumb, growling, “Now suck it clean, maid. Blood and cock—you’ll take both.” Her throat opened around him, wet and hungry. His fangs bared above her, dripping blood, eyes glowing green fire. His hips slammed forward, fangs scraping her throat. “Swallow, maid. Swallow or bleed.”

What has father done this time? While the Silver moon pack was known and respected for its prestige and majestic beauty, the Blood Fang pack were the complete opposite. They were dark, bloody, ruthless and barbaric. Unwilling to reason or even work with other packs, raging wars against smaller packs and taking and plundering. They were the epitome of death, darkness and destruction. The Blood Fang pack isn't a pack to be messed with. They are fearless, evil and morally corrupt, and as if that isn't enough, they have close relations with the dark witches.

he added. He held something out to me, it.was wrapped in cloth, already stained crimson,I took it. And unwrapped it slowly. At first, it looked like nothing more than a shard of bone, I looked closely and the shape… the curve… the hollow base… I recognized it immediately. A fang. Not a wolf’s. A vampire’s fang. It was old. Polished. And filed to a razor-sharp edge. And fresh blood still clung to its base,and not just wolf blood, it was the blood of warrior whose corpse was right in front of me