Fangs Book Novels & Stories

His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth. He sucked and kissed and licked her however he liked, tongue, teeth, and lips all actively engaged in tainting and claiming her. His marks were everywhere on her body. She smelt like him. She belonged to him. It had already been an hour. Emma was still sitting under the water, washing away his filthy touch. She rubbed her body vigorously, trying to remove his marks, trying her best to distract her mind, but all she could recall was his eyes. His eyes, she could never forget the darkness of those eyes. They were filled with lust so intense that her body shivered just by recalling it. His lustful gro

I showed him the book I had borrowed on my first day as an intern. " Did you like it" " Yes, it's a historical book, what's there not to like about it" " I will agree with that" he added, " since we have the same taste in books, how about you try this" he stood up from his chair and walked towards the shelf. He took out a book and handed it to me. "Lycanthropy" I read it out loud "what is it about," I asked, "Don't want to be a spoiler now, would I?" he replied, "you should read and see for yourself"

It was desire, desire to rip her apart because of my hungry ness. The girl stepped closer, and held my collar then pulled closer to her neck. She was a tall girl, she was almost the same height. “Have you smelled my fragrance?” My fang slowly wanted to come out, yet, I tried to hold my grip not to show it to her. I don't want to be exposed to it On my first day of school. I don't know what would happen if someone might see me because, from the book that I'm reading regarding my kind of creature, humans have been burned by a vampire if they saw one. I don't want to be grilled like that.

"Something specifically designed for dragon blood." The fire in my chest recoiled. Animal. Reflexive. "They were going to kill me," I said. "Tonight. In the ceremony. In front of everyone." "They were going to *contain* you—" "Don't." My voice came out very quiet. "Don't clean the language up. Not now. Not after twenty-two years of cleaned-up language." He stopped. The smoke drifted. The charred moonblossom breathed its sweet-burnt smell into the silence between us.

It's exterior wasn't too fancy, but one could tell it's material and decor were well thought of and were of high quality. Room service took the luggage off me, cordially greeting Alicia. We walked past the lobby into a very large dining hall - that was the thing with vampires they loved eating together on a table,it was a time when they could recount their ordeals,gossip, publicly abuse their "pets" and make mockery of humans. It was relatively empty besides the guy who sat at the extreme holding a wine glass and a bottle of human blood which read "Type B" drinking it in a quite particular way. There was also a crate with two bottles missing which Blake assumed was also filled with blood.

Guiding my member back into her, she adjusted herself and twirled her waist with me inside her driving me into euphoria. Small, nimble fingers travelled my check and abdomen, mapping out the contours of my abs and she leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. Pulling away from my lips, she retracted her fangs and I have to tell you, they were the whitest, sharpest, distinct pair of fangs I had ever seen. Funny how I had never seen her fangs before. They were beautiful. Just like her. Reaching into my neck as she lifted herself and descended unto my member, she dug her fangs into my neck and she took as much blood as she could, moaning in the process.

I wanted to beg him to help me. Fang transformed. His body tense as he picked up and swung the medal rod (that he won over) straight into the vampire's head. The one on me vibrated at the death blow being delivered. I watched as it broke her neck. Her head fell to one side and her eyes filled in horror. Her body unwrapped from around me.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.

Lycans become possessive with their mates when found, they will never leave their side, and the urge to mate becomes unbearable. Picking my fingers into my hair I pull my hair back as I say “You have got to be fucking kidding me, where did you find this book?” Francis got up to walk to the back of the library, and when he turns he said “Follow me” I pick up the book with me to follow him, in the end of the library where almost nobody goes there is a small corner where a book was being hidden, “who the fuck hid this? This book is all about my ancestors, my male genetics is written here,” I open the book again to see the information, I knew I had to practice this mating call thing, but as I ke