Characters With No Teeth Novels & Stories

He had brown eyes and dirty blond hair that was messy and greasy. When I didn’t speak he smiled, his teeth were crooked and clearly unbrushed. His breath reeked of a kill and I nearly gagged. Even for a rogue in the wilderness I knew taking care of my teeth was very important. How would I eat without them? I’d perfected making my own toothbrushes and making a paste just like all the other things I had to create from the wild. “I’m Rusty, the Beta of Venom. How lucky are you,” he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"I assure you, I am quite real. Flesh and blood, just like you." Verena couldn't believe what was happening. The serious look in his eyes convinced her even more. She had always been a practical person, someone who didn't believe in fairy tales or the supernatural. And yet, here was a man standing before her who claimed to be a character from a book. It didn't make any sense, but she was able to see it with her own eyes. No human being would have the ability to grow their teeth that long; they looked sharp, like a beast's, and he was able to control them. He could look handsome with those pearly whites or like a handsome beast; he has that power.

he seemed to be deciding how much of this to give me — “who else am I going to tease?” I laughed. Not the polite, managed version — the real one, the sudden kind, and I saw the exact moment he saw my teeth because his expression did the thing. That specific, arrested look — the one that made me feel like I had accidentally shown him something he wasn’t supposed to see. “How do you have teeth like that?” he said. I composed myself. “Are you provoking me right now?” “I’m asking a genuine question.” “At least I don’t have a profile picture where my mouth is lacks a set of teeth ,” I said. “Unlike some people.”

I spit at him, adjusting the band in my hair as I smirk to see I have all their attention on me. "You sure get impatient," Taren appears abreast of me, whistling when he sees the thing passed out on the floor. "You crushed his nose and purged six of his teeth. He won't heal like us, you know?" Dropping my hands at my side, I grin at him, "That's the fun part of it." And averting my gaze to the men gathering before us with weapons of various kinds in their hands, "These weaklings don't pose a threat to me at all."

"What's wrong?" My throat tightened. I scrambled for something, anything, to deflect. The first thing that popped into my brain was... ridiculous. "Do babies... come out with all their teeth?" I blurted, then instantly winced. Smooth. Real smooth. Roman actually laughed, his chest shaking against my back. "No, cara mia. They don't. They're born toothless. Why?" I tried to laugh too, but the sound broke, and suddenly the tears I'd been holding back all day spilled hot down my cheeks.

Phobos complains while brushing Tadeas's locks with his fingers seeking to detangle any knots along the way. I snarl unveiling my teeth at him displaying my dislike of his words and he does the same with me not pleased with my carelessness earlier on. Tadeas keenly observes his father with interested eyes only to turn back towards me and curl his lips just to flash his toothless gums at me accompanied by a growl that he strives hard to get out of his chest.

he spits. I chuckle softly. “Abel, we’re going to play a game. Here’s how it works: one right answer saves a tooth. One wrong answer? You lose a few. Maybe two, maybe three. I haven’t decided yet. But I guarantee you’ll leave with fewer teeth than you came in with. Do you understand?” He nods, visibly shaking, but I narrow my eyes. “I don’t speak to people who just nod. Use your words unless you want to start losing teeth early.”

- KILLIAN - An excruciating groan slid out of Marino's mouth as I place the third bloody pair of teeth on a metal tray. He's not talking. I will soon make him. "Still not ready to utter a word?" I ask, holding his head up to look at me by grabbing his short hair in my hand and squeezing my fist. "You're a fool to think I will." He said with a grimace. Because of his removed teeth, his voice sounds quite funny to my ears.

“You don’t have teeth.” “I do, see.” I opened my mouth wide as I crouched down towards her again. “Not sharp.” “No, sweetie. My teeth don’t get sharp unless I need them.” She shrugged her shoulders and clearly didn’t understand what I meant. “So, you know Jackson, right?” “Ye, Jacky.” I stifled the giggle at the way she referred to him and continued.

My mind whirls, torn between the need to know and the fear of what I might find. I take a deep breath and slowly lift the lid. Inside, nestled on black velvet, are two sharp, canine teeth. They glint under the dim light, mocking me with their stark, unsettling beauty. I freeze, my pulse pounding so loudly it drowns out every thought. Why does he have these? And whose teeth are they?