Fangs Book Novels & Stories

Beneath it was an inscription that read: “Order of the Fang.” Order of the fang? Order of the fang? I snapped along the spines of the books littered on my shelf, the name sounded so familiar like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it was about. There was no book on the shelf here that reminded me of it. Library, it had to be in the pack library. I marched out of the house and drove to the library.

It wasn’t clear to me why I felt a twinge of guilt, just seeing it. “Chasing down the Vampire. Stopping the reign of blood.” She read, pointing to the title, and subtitle. “Oh. What’s it about?” I asked, a little awkwardly. “It’s a vampire who suddenly went crazy after tasting blood for the first time.” She replied, and I scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said, snatching the book from her hands.

He hums then presses the backs of his hands to the sides of my neck. Isla lunges and grabs Ryan’s wrist, yanking him back and snarling, “Don’t touch her. Your friend has already done enough. Fiona doesn’t need any more problems.” “Are you feeling sick?” Sophie’s soft voice makes all three of us look at her, and I nod. “Well, it’s a good thing I brought this book then. It’s the one I told you about, remember?” A book. The last time we talked, Sophie told me about a book she got from someone in her family. I don’t remember much about the book other than that it’s a Lycan book, but I do remember asking if I could look at it.

Move over, Fido. I wanna taste her too, I say in our mind to Fang. But Fang doesn’t respond. Well, ok. That’s not completely true. He doesn’t respond verbally. He moves our leg so that one of them wedges between hers. With her pressed against the door, there is no wiggle room. He’s pressing between her legs, directly against her pussy. Opening her legs releases the scent of her arousal into the air and the scent of her musk makes my cock pulsate, not just twitch.

Fin lets out a low chuckle, following me up the stairs. Once we get to the hall where Frank's room is, I see him come running out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I frown, looking at the deep bite wound on his arm. I can hear deep growls coming from inside the room as Tilda wolf claw at the door. "She fucking bit me!" Frank growl out, holding his wounded arm. "That she-wolf is nuts." Fin leans back against the wall next to the door, laughing at Frank. "You mind your business and worry about finding your own mate." Frank glare over at Fin.

No tale could scare the Texan girl, who had seen more horror movies, than the ones the tales told. She laughed at the myths. Until the myths started watching her. It all began with a dream. The sharp fangs in the dark, the glowing amber eyes in the trees, and hands so cold, that they burned. Then the whispers came. The feeling of being watched, and followed. The shadows that moved in places where no light touched, and her name, whispered in voices that wasn't quite human. Mary Ginger didn't know it yet, but her blood had begun to sing. She didn't know of the two oldest families in the town, but they knew about her.

“You tell me you don’t want to be caught alone with me. Then you appear at my door? What is going on, Ana?” Ana breathed heavily as her body prepared for what his kiss promised her. She resisted, groaned as her thighs clenched. Their eyes glowed red with their response to each other. Fangs predominantly showed between both their swollen lips. His hips ground into her pelvis, enticing her unreasonable desire for him to couple with her. Ana’s mind instantly jumped the track, and she couldn’t remember why she’d come to his room.

“They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow. The first feral lunged from the trees, lucien moved like a blade drawn from its sheath. Blood magic flared as he tore through the first three in seconds, bodies snapping before they could scream. Two more rushed to my side. I stepped forward and caught one by the throat and twisted. The spine cracked with a dull crack as the body fell limply aside. The last feral tried to flee, but I was faster, I appeared before him, eyes glowing red as I seized it's neck and crushed it between my fingers.

"FANGS! YOU HAVE FANGS!" I pushed Brian away until I fell backward. I wasn't mistaken! What I saw behind Brian's lips were indeed fangs. "WHO ARE YOU REALLY?" I screamed, my voice echoing through the forest. A sense of dread began to creep over me. Brian chuckled and approached me again. His hands, unnaturally white, reached out to help me stand. I could feel his ice-cold skin; it was far from what a human's should be. Brian held my chin and gave me a kiss on the lips. I wanted to resist, but fear and my love for him combined, leaving me powerless as his lips passionately met mine.

Joan argues. "Sure" Jade rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers stop when she spots a particular book, taking it out from between the books, she looks at its cover. The cover held the image of a full moon, with a huge figure, what appeared like a Lycan with its head raised upwards in a howl. It was a book on Lycanthropy, covering almost all topics related to Lycans, their origin, purpose, mates, everything was showed in the content section. Jade decided to take the book.