Fangs Book Novels & Stories

Her world was spinning, and in a moment of clarity, she knew that suddenly, just like that, her life was about to be over. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched helplessly as the wolf opened its mouth and lowered its large, yellow fangs right for her throat. Then she felt awful pain as the three inch-long fangs broke her skin and sunk into her neck. She felt more pain than she knew was possible, then felt her own blood rushing out of her, as her world began to spin, growing lighter and lighter.

Daisy interrupts her bedtime story to communicate to him important, time-sensitive information: “Serapine is so so soooo pretty. I loooove her ears.” He presses his lips together before resuming his reading. Among the Vampyres, fangs are not just teeth—they are status.

THE BLOOD CIPHER ~MARCUS BLACKTHORN'S POV~ The Silverfang Packhouse library used to smell like lemon polish and old paper. Now, it just smells like ozone, copper, and that weird metallic scent of frustration. Rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to count down the seconds of our remaining lives. Inside, the fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long, dancing shadows that looked too much like claws. Vida was slumped over the stolen Codex at the heavy oak table. She looked wrecked. Her skin was the color of parchment, dark circles bruised her eyes, and her hands trembled as she hovered them over the open pages.

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***

THIS IS THE LAST SERIES IN THE BOOK; THE STORY OF ERICA’S AND EZRA’S ONLY DAUGHTER, EMILY AND HER MATE. ENJOY..... * * * “1... 2.... Run!” He growled as his black almond eyes turned red. He brought out his fangs and licked his lower lips. “I love it when they run, hmm” he moaned. Screams fill the hair as the teenage blonde head saw him transform into a wolf, she couldn't believe her eyes. It was the first time she would see a wolf with her in real life.

With his other, two fingers touched her moist entrance and then without warning plunged into her heat. She exploded upward but he applied pressure to her middle back pushing her body into the soft bedding. His fingers moved. Slowly. In and out, the sweet torture continued and her hands grabbed fistfuls of cotton sheet. Her need centered on his fingers; her desire unbearable. With no warning, sharp burning fangs entered her neck at the juncture of her shoulder. She screamed and her body bucked uncontrollably. Strong hands lifted and flipped her over.

I laughed as we walked towards the restroom, “I told you to skip biology and get this over but no, you want to be hard-headed, now look at you.” “Shut up,” she said weakly as I pushed open the restroom door. I barely rolled up my sleeve as Janea bared her fangs, the pointed canines pressing into her bottom lip and making an indention, her eyes becoming slivered and a glowing shade of yellow, her painted nails sharpening into claws. She chomped down on my arm and no amount of healing or durability can take away the pain of being bitten by a hungry vampire. “Whoa! Take it easy Janea! That actually hurt,” I exclaimed.

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

I swallowed every drop without hesitation and he collapsed into a boneless heap on the bed, panting heavily. I observed him, his tousled hair framing his bright eyes and open mouth, a vision of flawless allure that belonged to me. His sharp fangs, reminiscent of daggers, teased from his lips, stirring a primal heat within me. Descending upon him, I pressed his form into the mattress, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Our mouths melded together, his tongue tracing the contours of my fangs as I tasted his blood for the first time. A primal growl escaped me as I withdrew from his lips, turning my attention to his neck.

It was Daniel's mother that she addressed with the query, "M -mommy, can you explain me why the pages of this book are torn? In part because the pagers are torn, I was unable to continue reading it. Because I was so captivated, I had intended to read it because of the title." When Asteria took up the book, Amira bit the inside of her lower lip in frustration. After touching the silver book, Asteria had imagined herself during her younger day, it appeared as though the past had come back to haunt her. The past that she wishes to forget. This book relates the narrative of half-blooded werewolves, who are half-human.