Fangs For The Memories Novels & Stories

“I remember it.” “I am sorry,” she voiced, softly. “I know you would hate me for it, I know—” “I remember a throat pressed to my mouth,” I added, quietly. “An intoxicating scent flooding my senses. My fangs piercing skin. The pull of the sweetest blood I have ever tasted sliding warm down my throat…” I lowered my face to the column of her neck and inhaled slowly. “It is hazy as hell, as if it happened in a dream, but I remember.”

I snarled through my clenched teeth, my fangs scraping against my lower lip as a fresh drop of hot blood sizzled against the cold iron of the collar. I didn't have the royal hybrid fire to melt the chains. I didn't have the double-toned sovereign resonance to command the beast above us. But as I stared into the empty, translucent eye sockets of the Frost-Wyrm, a raw, ancestral memory flared deep within the primitive, wolf-like corners of my brain.

After hanging up, I walked to the window and opened it. Outside, snow covered everything in white. Branches bent under its weight, snapping with sharp cracks that echoed in the still night. Time flew, and before I knew it, another deep winter had come. In the blur of falling snow, I thought I saw him again. The cold wind whipped my hair as he stood far away. His voice, loud and clear. "Hey, Rose! We made a promise, remember? We'd stay strong and keep on living." I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

… The next morning, when Yvonne went downstairs, the kitchen was filled with cheerful chatter. Justin stood at the counter with an apron on, his long fingers gripping a spatula. Sophia was beside him, leaning in to catch the aroma from time to time. Her eyes curved into crescents. Milton and Travis gathered around their legs, looking up and chattering nonstop. “Justin, I didn’t expect you to still remember the food I like after all these years.” Sophia’s voice was gentle, carrying a hint of emotion in her voice. Justin glanced at her. He had never shown Yvonne such gentleness. “Not a single moment forgotten.”

"Something specifically designed for dragon blood." The fire in my chest recoiled. Animal. Reflexive. "They were going to kill me," I said. "Tonight. In the ceremony. In front of everyone." "They were going to *contain* you—" "Don't." My voice came out very quiet. "Don't clean the language up. Not now. Not after twenty-two years of cleaned-up language." He stopped. The smoke drifted. The charred moonblossom breathed its sweet-burnt smell into the silence between us.

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

“Where is your Romeo?” I shook my head. I did not feel well and just prayed so that time would go fast. I felt stubble, so I clung to the chair. “Are you okay?” In a matter of seconds he had my waist grabbed. I took the closeness to observe his eyes. Red, red as blood. Immediately the memories returned to me. Last night. Attack. Vampire. Blood. Hits. I screamed, moving away. His arms abandoned me instantly so I almost fall to the ground. I could not understand what was happening, but I was terrified. What had happened? I callously remembered his eyes, so peculiar.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

Even if fate robs me of my memories, I will never forget his gorgeous blue eyes. "I want to make more memories with you..." my voice faltered. He smiled and wiped away my tears. "I want more memories with you, too..." he replied, holding my jaw and kissing me deeply, passionately, and gently. I closed my eyes as I engraved this precious time between us in my memories.

I looked up at Zayn, color tainting my cheeks. “Do you remember?" He repeated. “Yes." I answered feeling a little bit shy remembering the words he had said to me. “And what did I say pumpkin?" He gently fisted my hair into his hand. “You said the day I accept you back, you would fuck you would fuck me till the only word left on the tip of my tongue is 'please'.” “Good girl. You did a good good remembering my words.” I leaned down and captured his lips kissing him fiercely. I've been holding back all along, I don't think I can do that now. I want him__all of him.