Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

My fangs ripped the flesh off his neck but he didn't care as his rage was fierce. "I will fuck your corpse, bitch," he snarled as he tried forcing me to the floor. Using my hand I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. His eyes narrowed and turned red as he bit down on my shoulder. Burning hot pain flowed into me and I cringed. "Did you just attempt to mark me?!" I shouted bitterly and dug my vampire nails into his shaft and sliced into it. He bellowed out in pain as my slash ran up its length, splitting his member into several separate lengths.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

"Food will be here any time now" "They will starve us until we swore allegiance to them" Daren said. He is a unique Badblood; he will become what he touched. If he touched a rock, his body will turn to rock. Though Mira didn't saw him transform into one, just thinking of it gave her chills. Daren on the other hand has very manly features: hard muscles, a clean cut hair, a beard, and a strong black eyes. His lips is tiny and his nose is extremely long but in a handsome way.

Xeros Romanov The battlefield smelled strongly of iron, blood, and burning fur. I had lost count of the bodies somewhere around the hundred-and-fiftieth kill. Nox had taken some percentage of control hours ago, and I let him. We moved together as one. There was no room for thought, only slaughter. We moved like a storm given teeth and claws—black as midnight, larger than any natural beast, eyes glowing the colour of molten silver. Every rogue that lunged for my throat met the same fate—ribs caved in, spines snapped, hearts torn out before they hit the ground.

A deep chuckle came from the darkness, and the man ahead stepped forward until the moonlight lit his face. I gasped. His skin was pale, like he hadn’t seen sunlight in years, but it was his mouth that made my stomach turn. He had Fangs… long, sharp and glinting white, and his eyes were blood red. I stumbled back a step, shaking my head. “Nope. No way.”

Chill ran through his neck and he decided to stay put. However, just when Fang was about to make peace with the situation, they noticed a bustling in the nearby bushes. His nerves stiffened like a block of ice when he saw a huge black three-eyed frog approaching the vicinity. The frog was no doubt an Alpha beast. Fang's guts churned milk when he saw the beast coming closer. "Now this is great!" Fang's face turned ugly. "Argh… fuck me!" Creed couldn't hold back either. "This is some sick joke, right?" Fang said as tears left his nostrils, "What shitty timing!"

They didn’t factor in that I am old as the wolves beneath my feet and that when the pack’s blood runs hot it finds muscle to match. Claws cut clean and ugly. I took two across my shoulder, tasted iron, and I loved it—loved the clean utility of it. Pain is honest. The first Black Fang screamed and I silenced him by crushing his windpipe with teeth. He didn’t get the time to beg. Another lunged with a dagger; I closed and tore his jaw so the howl never left him. The floor was slick with their blood in minutes, a wet mirror reflecting the speed of the dying.