Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Novels & Stories

To expect such a cold and ruthless person who killed without reasons to actually stay loyal to me, to show love and mercy, I must have been really stupid. Well, it would have been just fine, if, Ivy's crimes were just killing and acting as the Kingdom's palace, but that was not all. Ivy's sin had stretched long, a path covered by blood and something even darker and twisted. The moment I had read through the very first line, on that page, my heart had stopped beating, for a good minute. ' A turned wolf...' That had been the heading, and I had stared at it until the line blurred, until I couldn't see.

The light fell green, filtered like sunlight at the bottom of a lake. I knew what waited east. Had known the moment I chose it. Dead Fang territory. The elders always said the name the same way, low, careful, meant to stick in your bones. Nothing crosses into Dead Fang land and comes back whole. Wolves broken past repair. Cast out for crimes no pack forgave. I headed there anyway. The poison surged, twice, that day. The first one put me on my knees. The second knocked me flat. I watched the green light fade through the leaves and said, out loud, to nobody in particular:

Noah pecked his nose. Just then they laughed as Benjamin's stomach grumbled. "Come lets eat. And then i will make sure to wreck this cottage at every surface". Noah winked pulling him into his arms. "I will be waiting". Benjamin winked too. Yes... It was their beginning of a new life. Happy. Wild. Full of love. And yes lots of poundings... This was their Fate that they wrote... ---- Tabby

I was a tool. Once out of order, I had no value. I pulled out the IV needle. Blood stained the sheets. I didn't bandage it. I just stared at the red stain. Something inside me died completely. I went to find the Witch of the Black Forest. I asked her, "How can my wolf completely give up on a fated mate?" The Witch stirred her potion, her black eyes staring at me. "Your wolf is stubborn. If I sever the bond now, the pain will destroy your soul. You will become a cripple."

Biting my lips, I held myself from screaming when I reached the peak. I stopped moving. My eyes were rooted on the lamp. The light flickered twice as realization dawned. Lifting my right hand, I stared at my soaked fingers—proof of what I just did. I put my clean palm over my eyes, cursing myself and my shitty predicament. “Fuck. I’m officially doomed.” *** Dante. I was too confident. I was too fucking confident thinking that Winter would cave in and look for me, but she didn’t. That female was too stubborn for her own good, but I couldn’t forget about her. It wasn’t just because she was my mate, but she intrigued me.

Ravenna’s POV Damon slammed the door hard. I sighed and listened to his receding footsteps. I wasn't too bothered about him. Yeah, he would realize eventually that nothing would shake me off my revenge plans. My thoughts were more with Franka. I couldn't bring myself to imagine what Thalia was doing to her right now. I wanted to ride back to Bloodmoon now, storm the cells, and confront Thalia. But we had one more cursed night left to spend in Lunarstrike. One more night of playing Selena’s loyal shadow while my ally suffered.

The nightie she wore had little or no hand, which was almost falling off her shoulder blade while she slept off with no knowledge of what transpired at night. He watched and learned every part of her face he could see from the dim light. he wouldn't dare turn on the bedside lamp for fear of waking her and embarrassing himself. "My wife..." but as soon as the thought came it left before it would stick in his subconscious mind. He thought how fate had brought the both of them together, why she was the one he hit on the road that night. The same person he saw lying lifeless on the cold ground in her pool of blood and cold blood he left her there running for his own life and safety. He felt repu

“June, 25th 1803 After considering our options, I have decided to look into other avenues to create the beasts our Master wants. It has become clear that what we’ve been doing up to now isn’t working.” It was yet another short entry about nothing! I sighed and put the book down on my lap, looking out the window. Clouds were moving in and the light was turning darker. Was the weather just a taste of what was to come? Was the fact that the first female died the reason Fynn wanted me to read the book? There had to be more because there were females and children here and they weren’t human. I might not be a full vampire, but I could smell them from a mile away. Opening the book again, my hand sl

The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reasons. The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual nature. Lafitte had him stripped and stretched across the whipping table just to see how his flanks looked when bent over in a defenseless position. He was surprised because from the rear, the boy with his

Once the two of them were on the bed, the room immediately stirred with the scent of their love. …………………………………………………………………………….. Not a day had passed yet, but Jojo felt that a chopping knife had been placed on his neck. His spontaneous act this morning had opened the gates of heaven as well as a hell pit for Arissa. His brain was spinning around to find a solution to this problem. Not to mention demands from Robert who only gave him a week to find Snow or Robert would use his connections to blacklist his name from the entertainment world. Currently, his career and life are truly at the stake. But he also knows the great danger that will befall Arissa if Snow's real identity is leaked to the