Family Fang Book Novels & Stories

It left a bad taste in my mouth but I tried to keep an open mind. The second and again in the third run, all members of Red Fang were the same. They were all lazy, ungrateful, violent werewolves that reminded me more of a bunch of rogues that had banded together to form a pack rather than being an actual pack with societal norms and expectations.

the redhead asked, a frown pulling at her brows. “No, I’m not.” I replied. “That much is obvious. Is the village so different from where you’re from?” she asked. “It is.” I said, nodding my head in reply. She must have sensed that I was a foreigner to their kingdom. Children chased each other around, their giggles echoing through the air, while women haggled with merchants over fresh produce. Men gathered around a blacksmith’s forge, engaged in animated conversation. It was so- normal. And it made me long for my home. For the familiar faces of my parents, and the assured safety of our castle walls. I watched a mother scoop up her child, spinning him in the air as the little one squealed in

I called out softly, turning around. Sure enough, the Book was floating in the air a few inches away. I beckoned at it, my frustration at it completely forgotten. It floated towards me, and landed on the table right at my front. “What’s going on? What's happening to the Vampires?” I questioned it, hoping that I'd find answers. It flipped its pages, and finally stopped. I squinted my eyes to read out the characters. ‘Fēáli ét gûiq cæli,’ were the characters written.

Then Aiden smirked, suddenly stepped back and said with a mocking tone “See you at initiation, Little Wolf.” Hearing it, the entire rink went silent and heat rushed into my face. I wanted to kill him. Aiden only laughed softly before walking away with his gang following behind him. He was arrogant and completely insane. And somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. ……………………………. That night I returned home late. The Black family mansion stood cold and massive under moonlight. It had no warmth or comfort, just expectations. I entered quietly only to hear voices from my father's office.

"It's alright now!" Fia saw that her mommy was being carried by her father and was jealous. She pouted and was about to run over to grab her mommy when Felix pulled her back. "Don't disturb them!" Fia angrily wanted to shake his hand off. "Why can't I disturb them? What if Dad carried Mommy and gave birth to a child? At that time, they will only like that child and not us! You're still a bookworm. You don't even know this. Idiot!"

“Tell me what the hell is going to happen to me. You should know. You should know how I’ll end, right?” Blackfang pauses. His lips stretch into a cruel smile. His voice rumbles dangerously “You run your mouth just like your sister,” he says. “And look where that has gotten you and your family.” He strikes her again on the cheeks. The sound cracks through as the girl jerks and spits more blood but her eyes blaze fiercer. She spits at his feet.

Mother Fang said as she tried to make an angry face but ended up smiling at the cute Jessica. “I will not throw it away. I know you love me and I also love you all so much, you can’t even imagine.” She said as she looked at the loving faces of her family. Everyone smiled and continued talking about different things. Jessica decided to stay back today and everyone was super happy especially Mother Fang who prepared a feast for Jessica, claiming that she had grown way too thin. In contrast to the happy and comfy atmosphere in the Fang Mansion, the Han family’s business conference room was fully dull.

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.