Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

A wave of cold fury swept over Leonardo as he gripped the phone tightly. "What? How? Who were they?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He could feel his control over his temper slipping, as his wolf strained against his bonds. Yet another failure was reported as the blood moon slowly crept up on them. "It appears these people didn't have an intention of hiding themselves because they left some traces. But even then, we couldn't find out important information about them," the voice explained. "They are called the Fangs; their members have a fang tattoo on the backs of their arms, and they wear black robes with fangs designed boldly on their backs. We haven't been able to find the origin

My vision turns red, as a wide toothy grin splays on my face. "I never once claimed I was not a monster, and I have absolutely nothing to prove to you and your kind." Each word comes out deadlier than the last. Everyone can go ahead and think I am a monster I do not care. My fingernails begin to turn to claws, as my teeth grow to large fangs. I dig my claws deep into his neck and face, puncturing the tender flesh. Blood rolls down in beads. I watch Mr. Blanc gasping in pain.

Heavy footsteps. Not human. Not wolf. Something else. Kael turned slowly. “Please tell me the sanctuary armies are the good kind of terrifying.” The First Fang looked toward the glowing pathways below them. “That depends on who commands them.” Before anyone could respond, another deafening roar erupted nearby. The Black Fang had reached the upper sanctuary. The massive creature crashed through a crystal wall and landed directly inside the outer chamber, its enormous claws tearing through the glowing floor while corrupted energy spread rapidly around its body. The impact alone sent shockwaves through the entire sanctuary platform.

Scott stood there disgusted and curious about why the rogues had traced him over to the silver moon pack. The Blood Fangs are a group of aggressive rogues cursed with a rotten smell. They have set their sights on taking control of a wolf pack by eliminating its leader and its followers. It appears that they are driven by a thirst for power and dominance and are mostly sent by high people from other packs. Fiona slowly edged towards one of them on the floor to notice the tattooed description on his neck. "What are you doing?" Scott asked. Fiona paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on the tattooed description on the man's neck.

I met her gaze, my heart hammering in my chest at my recklessness. “Because I’ve seen the same injustices you speak of. And because I want to help you bring him down.” I replied. My answer was only a half truth as I had never suspected the King of being so malicious and crooked. If what the woman had told me was true, then the King was the most two faced lycan that I had ever come across. And that went to say a lot as I was related to the worst werewolf in the seven kingdoms by blood. For a moment, there was silence. The redhead studied me once more, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded.

I laughed as we walked towards the restroom, “I told you to skip biology and get this over but no, you want to be hard-headed, now look at you.” “Shut up,” she said weakly as I pushed open the restroom door. I barely rolled up my sleeve as Janea bared her fangs, the pointed canines pressing into her bottom lip and making an indention, her eyes becoming slivered and a glowing shade of yellow, her painted nails sharpening into claws. She chomped down on my arm and no amount of healing or durability can take away the pain of being bitten by a hungry vampire. “Whoa! Take it easy Janea! That actually hurt,” I exclaimed.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

I rolled my both eye's after I turn off the TV. I heard her complain but I unbothered sip my coffee. “Hey. Can't you see I'm watching? Gosh. You're so rude.” She said. “We were supposed to watch drama, not that.” I uttered. She glance at me with annoyance in her gaze and quickly did the opposite from what I did earlier. “That is more interesting than that. From what I heard, the girl has been bitten by vampire. You know like in dramas! It's so cool though.” She added and was going to use the remote but I snatched it from her.

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.