Fangs For The Memories Novels & Stories

“Calm down girl…” “Arrrgh!!” I tried going for it again, but this time I couldn't shake him off. He pulled me to himself, and before I could realize it, his lips were on mine, hot, trembling and the movement of his lips made me realize I had fangs now instead of teeth. I don't know what kind of crazy evolution was happening now, but all the thirst and mad hunger suddenly seems to have left me, while my lips and his are still pressed together.

The white linen sheets tangled around her legs as if holding her down. She remembered the nursery fire… Eva’s scream… a lullaby echoing in the halls. But when she reached for recollection, the lines curved—Magnolia’s face flickering between childhood and hospital lights, smoke and sterile silence. The image slid like oil across memory. She stared at a framed photo: two girls, small hands clasped, wide-eyed laughter—a future promised and lost. Below it hung a scorched wine rack label: “Briggs.” The walls whispered against her skull. She felt as though someone had swapped her memories, spliced life frames into tangled film.

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.

“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.

“Because we’re friends. That’s what you always said. You never mentioned a hidden reason. Every time I thanked you, you told me not to — it was just what friends do.” “Fuck friendship!” He growled, slamming his palm against the table. The sharp sound made her flinch. He jabbed a finger toward her face. “Everything I did was building up to this. And now that I’ve laid it out, you don’t get to say no, Samantha. You’re gonna accept me.” His jaw clenched hard, teeth grinding. His eyes were bloodshot, fury simmering just beneath the surface. That finger edged closer, nearly brushing her nose.

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

I asked him, eager to uncover the thoughts lurking behind his pensive gaze. "Nothing, just old memories," Faghri replied, his voice wavering as if he were digging up forgotten stories from the past. His words triggered a flashback in me. I remembered the day I lost my way in these woods and stumbled upon Faghri lying unconscious by the river. That encounter, etched in my mind, felt like a vivid, haunting dream.

But there is a story behind it, there's a history inside that reminds Debbie of old times when they were still in first grade. Back in 1st grade, chocolate candy was always in Debbie's pocket. Her favorite snack at that time. Back than, one day she had a big fight with Sarah. Debbie forgot what they were arguing about that time. It's like Sarah apologizing present time. Sarah gives Debbie’s favorite chocolate candy inside a plastic bag tied in rubber. It make Debbie laugh when think of it again. Yes, this kind of apology reminds Debbie of the events of that time. It turns out that Sarah still remembers her even times passed, as well as these chocolate candies is a proof. With this kind of wa

the memory of him saying that flashed in my head. I remember, I remember everything. I turned to him, glaring at him. I felt like carrying the mug by the bedside and throwing it in his face. This bastard, I hate him, I hate him so much. Hot tears began to fall free from my eyes as I continued glaring angry at him. A worried expression was spread on his face. This evil being. I turned away from him and tried to get up but I fell back on my back. I felt pain as my body bounced back on the bed.

Just calm down, Maddie. When Fang and the others had found me earlier, I’d almost convinced myself it was a dream. Almost. Except dreams don’t leave behind corpses. The stag. I squeeze my temples as the memory claws at me, the clearing, the carcass sprawled on the grass, its eyes glassy, its body cold. And then Fang kneeling beside it, her usually playful expression turning stiff and pale as she pressed her hand against the animal’s fur. No wound. No blood. No fight.