Do Angel Fangs Damage Teeth Novels & Stories

he sneered, his words laced with a hint of dominance. My face twisted with hate and anger. I had no desire to be tamed; all I craved was his flesh. But it was clear he possessed superior strength and cunning. "Hahaha," I mocked, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Haaaaa!" I shifted, assuming a more aggressive form, my fangs bared, claws at the ready, and eyes blazing with fury. I lunged at him, aiming to strike, but he effortlessly blocked my attack with a hidden hand, countering with a powerful blow from his right hand.

I tell him. His eyes are wide and he nods slowly. "Okay, make sure we don't go into the wrong caves then, please." I nod with a small chuckle. "We should be fine, they rarely attack unless they see something they want, and we aren't transporting anything valuable or of worth so I doubt we will see them," I shrug. I look ahead of us and see Angel glaring at me. Her eyes change colors, and her canines peek out from her lips. The guards jerk her so that she is looking forward again. I blow out a heavy breath, shaking my head as confusion swirls in my mind.

When he finally releases it, I flick my tongue out and run it over the wound as the metallic taste of the blood reminds me of when I was young and would often bite my own lip. “God, you are so fucking tight Ana!” He exclaims when he thrusts in and out repeatedly as I feel the tip of his dick plunge in and out of my lips. Kissing me again, he slides his arms under my body before picking me up and slamming me against him. I hear the smacking sounds again as his hard body slams up against my rear and then I see something that I didn’t expect. While looking up at his smile, I notice that his fangs are protruding, and his eyes are glowing now.

When I fastened my teeth into the soft flesh around the Archangel's throat, right beside me, is Bernard, his huge, powerful, clawed paws ripping into his chest. The Archangel let out a huge roar of pain, turning away from Dakota and putting all his attention on us. Using his power, he grabbed Bernard and then me by the scruff of our necks and sent us flying across the room to hit the wall with a bone-crushing thwack. We slid down it together, stunned and helpless as we gasped for the breath that had left our lungs when we hit the wall so hard. He was about to turn back to Dakota when two huge male lions leapt into the space Bernard and I had left, their roars sending the demons running for

Only then did I see what the other men were doing. Fangs. They all had sharp, unnaturally long fangs, and they had just begun to feast. The sickening feeling grew fast in the depths of my stomach. They all sank their teeth into the flesh of those waitresses, sucking their blood. I stopped breathing, my eyes widening in terror. The angel-like man chuckled. "Relax. It's not as bad as it looks. Besides"—his cold fingers brushed my cheek—"you look like the type that might enjoy a little pain." He grinned, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

"Then what do you think I am?" "Vampire." "Vampire?" Erick's lips returned to a crooked smile, then slowly showed his neat rows of teeth. "Did you see the pair of fangs in my teeth?" Angel shook her head quickly. "No, but in all vampire movies there aren't always fangs especially when they're not thirsty. And tonight everything was weird." Erick paused, focusing his eyes on the gray irises in front of him. He didn't want Angel to be afraid of him even more, so he tried to influence the girl's mind. However, everything was difficult, he really couldn't change what was in Angel's brain at all.

I slowly licked the top of him and I felt his grip on my hair get tighter. "Fuck!" It tastes different. It’s a taste that I’ve never tasted before. I licked it continuously while looking at him. Just because I think I’m not doing it right. But based on his expression, I’m becoming more ambitious. I ate him completely, I filled my mouth with his massiveness, so slow until I reached my limit. I almost choked when I did that. “Holy shit, Angel. Do not hurt yourself. ”

When Angelina was placed on the bed, angelina's teeth attacked her left hands, tearing off a tiny layer of her skin ruthlessly while at the same time, a loud sob escaped her lips. "Angelina...." This time, Sylvester had both her hands captured by his strong grip. "L....let me go, leave me....!" Angelina yelled but she never got to finish her statement when a sugar coated kiss came crashing down hers, his rough stubble he never cared to get rid of, grazing her cheeks. Angelina stopped struggling but instead, she bit Sylvester's lower lip, extracting blood.... Sylvester adjusted her, bringing her closer to his chest before pulling out of the kiss. This time angelina stopped her brutal damage o

I heard the crunch of teeth on bones, then a scream. Luciano shifted back, letting him go. Turning around, he crossed the space between us in a few strides. He grabbed me, wrapping his arms around my waist and yanking me into his chest. The peace didn’t last long though. Angel snarled and lunged at us, his claws extended. Luciano spun, shoving me backwards and putting himself between us. He turned to face the Angel. His claws slashed across Luciano’s chest, tearing through his flesh and muscle. Luciano didn’t make a sound.