Edward Cullen Vampire Teeth Novels & Stories

Caelum lay motionless beneath the blanket, pale as marble, long thick lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. Even unconscious and broken, he was beautiful enough to make people forget how to speak. "He's..." Debora breathed, then caught herself. "He's quite striking, a pure regal appearance." Velis’s reply came flat, almost bored. “I know.” Debora stepped closer, drawn despite herself. She pressed her thumb gently against Caelum’s jaw, prying his lips apart to study his teeth. Her fingers wandered into his mouth, feeling along the gumline. “Curious,” she murmured. “The dental structure mimics vampiric lineage—elongated canines—but the edges are blunt, soft. Entirely human.”

With that, we find ourselves rushing to the others side of the city to a more affluent part, these houses should have good security systems, and Stefan shall not be able to get inside that easily. While the Vampire Hunter and Breyden check the grounds, Robert, Edward, and me slam our way through the back door. As we step into the kitchen, Edward slips and falls smack down on his ass. As he comes back up, he can see that his hands are covered in blood. On the counter next to us, the elder is clearly dead, completely ripped open. If a Vampire could vomit, then I would be doing that very thing. Roberto looks at me rather baffled, "Has he killed them all?"

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

Unfortunately, she wasn’t making as good a progress with understanding Kendra’s conundrum. “I can understand how your senses might heighten and taste buds crave things that you’d ordinarily never consider, such as deer entrails. What I can’t seem to get an explanation about is why your teeth are shifting,” Olga said when Kendra approached her about her findings. “Zombies teeth don’t extend like that. At least, not the human zombies. I didn’t examine the a****n zombies to know much about them except that they’re of alien-human descent. Perhaps it has to do with the alien reaction to the virus.” Kendra grew frustrated. “How can we tell for sure?”

She growled and he profoundly studied her, she was gnashing her molars. "Evelyn," He gritted offendedly but she was just mumbling that she wasn't a monster while moving back and forth. When she didn't listen to him. He used force, grabbing the side of her face he jerked her face up only for his eyes to broaden. Her irises were a beautiful shade of shimmering silvers and two canines poked through her plump pink lips. Her canines were not as big as the normal vampires but they were still prominent.

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

He asked, pushing back my shoulder, so I could look at him. “I don’t know. I’m just not ready yet. Like, it’s a kind of daunting task to me. I don’t even know how to extract my teeth yet.” I explained, with large eyes. “When it’s time for your first drink, your teeth will naturally protract, and you will drink even better than you think you can. Blood is very sweet for vampires, and I tell you, you will enjoy it.” He tried convincing me, as he threw rocks onto the ground.

“My son’s death has nothing to do with Helena’s kids. Ashton and Scarlett are sister Cynthia’s grandchildren, I have sworn to protect them as my own. I cared for your children way before you came with the claim of being their father. So, stop interrogating me like a criminal!” Zayden stopped his dad from quick action, and I gathered Edith’s blood from the floor to revive him. His attacker had used the draining tactic to dry his vampire body and put his lycan to sleep. I had to reverse this occurrence for my brother’s recovery. The guards returned with a letter when I was transfusing blood in Edith’s limp body, they handed it to Zayden who read it out loud.

It was convenient that I couldn’t feel the icy chill as I reached in and pulled out a pouch of blood. I sunk into a chair, head tipped back as I drained the contents of the blood bag in under a second. I was hungrier than I’d thought. I sat there, eyes closed, just letting myself relax as that edge of bloodlust was satiated. It wasn’t enough. It would never be. But it was good enough to keep me in check. These pouches were the only thing stopping me from pulling Lena close and sinking my fangs into her neck. When I opened my eyes, I found I was not alone.