Fangs Book Novels & Stories

The First Born is about the first child of the first ever lycanthrope who in the book is not named. "On the night of the first full moon, King Lycaon felt a burning sensation all through out his body. Fangs grew in his mouth; sharp and long claws start to appear and he eventually transform into a huge figure like a dog. Wanting to stop his misery, he attempted to kill his self but was stop by a mysterious woman dressed in white" I was so curious as what happened to the king and thus continues reading while Justin is busy eating her foods.

“I mean am I wrong?” “A little.” I snorted and continued reading. I understood what the book meant. It wasn’t talking about blood. It wasn’t talking about actual family. It was simply describing a spiritual connection. Still. The wording was weird. The next section caught my attention immediately. The mark appears shortly before the eighteenth birthday. “Duh.” I nodded to myself. “Confirmed.” The Crescent Fang behind my ear suddenly made a whole lot more sense. At least that mystery was solved. Unfortunately, the journal seemed determined to answer one question while creating three more.

He cocked his brows and shoved his hands into his pockets, urging her to speak up. "Thought I should join you here." Maris muttered, unsure of what else to say. "Was Ovid's metamorphosis the first werewolf book ever written?" "Nope. Gilgamesh was the first lycanthropy story teller. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone." Logan spat, a sour expression flashed in his eyes before he sat on one of the rocks to watch the gentle flowing of the stream. Maris chewed the insides of her cheeks and stared down at her body. She felt dirty. It had been two days since she last had her bath.

Each step I take, she moves backward until her back colluded with the bookshelf behind her. I cast a long glance at her face before raising her chin up to stare directly at my eyes. I placed my other free hand on her neck tracing my fingers inside her dress. “You're beginning to grow stubborn. And do you know what I melt on girls who prove to be stubborn?” “You don't keep mute when I ask you a question. I hate it.” A low yelp cut through her throat at the contact of my hand on her ass. “Now. What should be your response?”

A tremendous heat prickled in her veins, raised her hairs, made them stand on end, from her toes up to her head. She breathed harder, and heavier, and slowly, she felt her fangs protrude. She felt transformed. No longer was she afraid of her anger. Of her desire. Now she was ready to embrace it. Now, finally, she was ready to embrace who she was. Ready to feed. Ready to destroy.

As she got closer, he stood and turned. It was a priest. He looked at her, and his face filled with fear. She felt the blood coursing through her veins, and she watched herself as she approached him, unable to stop herself. He raised a cross to her face, afraid. She pounced on him. She felt her teeth grow long, too long, and watched as they plunged into the priest’s neck. He shrieked, but she didn’t care. She felt his blood course through her teeth and into her veins, and it was the greatest feeling of her life.

“Don’t you dare hold back, wolf.” Ronan snarled and gave him what he wanted. He hooked Elias’s leg higher, changing the angle until he was hitting that spot inside that made the vampire cry out. Elias’s eyes rolled back, fangs sinking into his own lip as blood trickled down his chin. Ronan leaned down and licked it up, the taste exploding on his tongue and making him thrust even wilder.

“Yeah, almost everyone here is.” “That is so cool! Do you have fangs?! Can I see them? Do you ha-” He smiled. “You’re cute.” I blushed, immediately stopping my rambling. That's when I realized that the men sitting beside me were staring at me weirdly. “Sor-” Before I could get another word out, chaos knocked on the door. A group of about ten to fifteen men burst through the doors. They drew everyone’s attention. Their eyes were glowing red. Their fangs were on show. Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display.

Chapter Seventy-Five: A Final Night of Flame and Fang The estate was cloaked in a heavy silence, the sort that blanketed everything after violence and victory. The Hollow was dead, but the night belonged to desire—raw, snarling, unrepentant. In the chambers of the Alpha and his Flame, the air thrummed with anticipation so thick it might as well have been fog.

"Enhanced emotions sometimes trigger... physical changes. Like extended fangs. It's embarrassing and obvious, so I panic and leave." "Extended fangs." He said it like he was testing how the words felt. "It's not as dramatic as movies make it seem. They're just... sharper than normal teeth." "Can I see them?" "Here?" "Just for a second. I need to see this is real." I glanced around the library again, then leaned forward and partially extended my fangs - just enough that he could see they were definitely not normal human teeth. Kamon stared for a moment, then sat back with a soft exhale.