Bloody Fangs Novels & Stories

“They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow. The first feral lunged from the trees, lucien moved like a blade drawn from its sheath. Blood magic flared as he tore through the first three in seconds, bodies snapping before they could scream. Two more rushed to my side. I stepped forward and caught one by the throat and twisted. The spine cracked with a dull crack as the body fell limply aside. The last feral tried to flee, but I was faster, I appeared before him, eyes glowing red as I seized it's neck and crushed it between my fingers.

He took a half-step back, dodged, and then counterattacked. The woman was fast—clearly trained. She lunged again, this time aiming for his neck. Reed caught her wrist and twisted it brutally. The sound of bone cracking rang out. The woman screamed, but Reed didn’t stop. He lifted his arm, then slammed his elbow into her throat. Her body staggered. At the exact moment a growl echoed through the room, Reed released her. Reed turned to see that the man from earlier had got back on his feet. His eyes had turned red and his fangs were lengthening—he was a rogue, also the woman.

“Amich I said stop. You’re no match for that creature. Instead of doing something that will make the others notice us, come and help me out. I’m losing too much blood.” “Huh?” Amich realized that Silvia was getting very pale due to the amount of blood she was losing. He cast away his vengeance and ran over to her aid. With his partial transformation still active, he lowered his head over Silvia’s leg and bit into flesh deeply with his silver fangs. This stopped the bleeding and infected her leg with portions of the Lycanthropy virus. “That’s good Amich. Keep your fangs inside me while I attempt to heal myself.” While Amich’s fangs were still burrowed inside her leg, Silvia eased herself forw

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

"Step into the middle." The man did as he was told and before any one could say jack, Dracula launched at him and sent them to the ground. Dracula's fangs elongated and his skin became white. Instantly, he dug his head into Jonathan's neck and bit him. A deafening shout flew out of Jonathan's mouth and the birds flew out of their trees. The manticores roared and a windy storm began. Dracula sucked the blood out of Jonathan and when he was done, he got to his feet and blood was dripping down his fangs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his palm and gazed upon the devil.

She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood. Oh no! This bitch didn’t just say that. “Do you need help fixing your loose screws? Because I’d be happy to help. I’m sure you’ve seen just how helpful I can be,” I said sarcastically, with disdain laced in my voice. If you enter a lion’s den, you already know there’s a probability that he will draw blood. But this is different; she entered my den, hit me, and did it right inside my den. As much as I hated violence, one thing I would never do is let a girl live with the satisfaction that I feared her. Never! It was always my call to make, not the other way around, and certainly not from this stupidly brazen girl.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

He didn’t make it far before chaos hit the ballroom. Wolves. Not just a few. Dozens of them burst through the far doors in full form. Others followed with claws half-shifted, teeth bared. They weren’t our own. They were fast, brutal—attacking anyone in reach who wasn’t already prepared. An ambush. People screamed. Tables crashed. Wine spilled like blood. I didn’t wait. “Let's do this,” Fang said. It's about time he talked. My claws cracked out of my skin, the shift half-form. My body surged with power as I launched myself into the fray.

Right into the jaws of Blood Fang territory. Blood Fang. Now there was a name to make anyone’s skin crawl. Brutal pack, total wild cards, and Renar, don’t even get her started. Stories said he bathed in the blood of his enemies, which, yeah, was probably just horror-movie nonsense, but still. To everyone else? Monsters. To Mira? Jackpot. She reached the clearing just as a handful of figures showed up, torches flickering all dramatic. All cloaks and glowing amber eyes, really subtle, guys.

a new voice snarled from the darkness above. Before Sofia could react, a heavy, distorted shape slammed into the pavement between them. It was a man, or what had once been a man. His skin was the color of curdled milk, stretched thin over a frame that moved with a twitching, unnatural speed. His eyes were twin pits of milky white, devoid of pupils or reason. He was an Ashen Fang, a vampire who had traded his soul for the madness of the infinite hunger. "The girl... the Triple-Blood," the creature wheezed, his voice sounding like two stones grinding together. "The masters want the heart. They want the stone. They want you in pieces."