Edward Cullen Vampire Teeth Novels & Stories

When Jessica asked what happened later, I simply told her that I was tired… No one would believe me, anyway. My appointment with Edward was the next morning. I went to his office after a sleepless night; I’m sure the dark circles under my eyes didn’t make me appear any more sane. “So, tell me what happened yesterday,” said Edward, a portly, kind-looking older man with glasses. “I… I saw something yesterday when I was working with a cadaver on my anatomy project,” I replied as I fiddled with a loose thread on my jeans. “It had an enlarged heart, and fangs like a wolf. It was extremely muscular, too.”

Apparently, our little devil didn't run off into the shadows for no reason. He turned halfway on his ergonomic chair, and stared back at us through his pale dark eyes. “Remind me what your names are again” he said. “Brian Callaghan.” “Manuel Colt.” He went quiet for a second, then turned fully. That ominous ray of light sharpened his features. Tight jawline, pale white skin, dark hair with a couple white patches… He looked like an aged muscular version of Edward Cullen that was diagnosed with Lukemia a year and a half ago.

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.

I said as I took a drink of my blood. “Well, for starters, she has red hair and grey eyes,” Cullen said as he rubbed his chain. Spitting my drink, I looked at him, surprised. What the hell did he just say? “She what?” I asked as I grabbed Cullen from the collar of his shirt. “Whoa, relax, Nikolas,” Cullen said, raising his arms, “Why are you reacting like that?” “Because my mate has red hair like blood and eyes grey as the rainy sky,” I said as I gripped his shirt tightly, “Now, what else did you notice?”

Cameron was less reserved, weeping wetly and openly, growing sweaty as he always did when highly emotional, so that the scent of the salt of his sweat mingled with the scents of Talen, Heath, and blood. “Let’s have a look at you,” Rhett pulled back and caught Heath’s face between his hands, searching it for any sign of the change. There was nothing obvious, other than a red backlight to his mate’s eyes. “Show me your teeth,” Rhett mimed what he wanted and laughed when he saw that Heath, indeed, had the longer canines and pre-molars of a vampire, longer than those of a werewolf. “Wow that’s some dental equipment.” “He wields them well,” Talen rumbled his approval.

“And you didn’t call me immediately because…?” “I passed out,” I admitted, hating the weakness in my voice. “When I came to, I was at Edward’s place. He found me, fought the creature off.” My father’s gaze shifted to Edward. “You killed it?” “Dismembered it,” Edward replied calmly, meeting my father’s stare. “No blood—just a green sap that glowed faintly. I’ve never seen anything like it, even in my studies of wolf mutations.” “Did you preserve any samples?”

Melvin asked as he walked back toward Edmund . "Edmund, Edmund !" Melvin called his name as Edmund appeared to be losing his strength every now and then , it felt abnormal . "Did you get bitten ." Melvin asked again . Melvin searched around Edmund body for the sign of a wolf bite ,as soon as he lifted Edmund shirt he saw the mark of a wolf teeth on Edmund shoulder that was already making that part of Edmund body weak with a kind of rotten odour emitting from the wound that was not definitely healing.

He looked at his brothers who now in turn laughed out loud at them. Edward’s eyes were glowing and it’s a warning force of anger that would soon be unleashed if they would want to play games on them. He could read their minds, he knew their thoughts and it was going to be a fight. He was fixed at one of the brothers Dawin. Dawin was looking fiercely at him too. “Ed…w..rr” Carlisle tried to calm him down. “This pack here is a descendant of Crescents. And this is our territory. And what you have is one of our own.”Hook thundered. His mood swing and he was focused directly on Carisle Cullen. Carlisle withheld his moves, but Edward didn’t.

⚠Warning graphic sexual violence⚠ Cullen was furious. How had the wretched vampire been so incompetent? He had sent her on a simple mission. All that she had needed to do was kill the future Luna of the Red River Pack. Her mission was as simple as any other she had been assigned countless times before. Not only had she failed to kill the mutt, she then allowed it to escape. Growling with anger and frustration, Cullen grabbed the side table up and smashed it on the floor before turning and heading over to his desk. He walked behind it and sat heavily into his chair. As he sat there with his eyes closed and rubbing his temples the sorceress sat across the room on the leather loveseat looking a

But the cold was pressing harder against her skin now, creeping in with each heartbeat. The voice grew sweeter, sadder — a plea that reached deep into the parts of her she didn’t know how to guard. Her muscles trembled with the need to answer. “I said, don’t,” Lucian snapped, tightening his hold until it almost hurt. The woman smiled then. It was small, delicate — almost human. Almost. And then Evelyn saw them. Not the long, elegant fangs she’d imagined in nightmares. No, these were worse — teeth that didn’t belong in any mouth, too many and too sharp, as if made for tearing rather than drinking.