Fangs For The Memories Novels & Stories

A girl in her late 20’s, was walking in a hotel corridor, completely drunk. Her 5ft 6-inch figure was dangling with a lost mind over her each step. Her vision was too hazel to recognize the path in front of her, just like her life. Anger, frustration, and feeling of betrayal once again were swelling her heart.

With Tiffany by her side, they would confront the shadows of their past and forge a path towards a brighter future. ** Tiffany's Point of View Tiffany's head throbbed with a sudden sharp pain, and she winced, her hand instinctively reaching for her temples. The name "George" echoed in her mind, triggering a flood of fragmented memories that seemed to come from a forgotten past. Visions flashed before her eyes, hazy and disjointed. She saw the scene of a terrible accident, the screeching of brakes, shattered glass, and the piercing sound of sirens. Fear gripped her heart as the memories became clearer, and she realized she had witnessed this tragedy firsthand.

It was as if our destinies had intertwined long before our paths crossed in this tumultuous journey. Driven by an insatiable need for answers, I delved into the forgotten corners of my memories, searching for the missing pieces that would unlock the truth. Through ancient tales passed down by elders and fragments of dreams that whispered of a forgotten past, I pieced together a story that sent shivers down my spine.

The reaction that I had to being under the watchful stare of those organs of sight baffled me as I tried to recall why they looked and felt so familiar. While I raked through my memory, it felt like it was just me and the owner of those eyes that remained in the room. I had forgotten who I was, and why I was there. All that I could see and feel were those green orbs which held my gaze. Suddenly, I realized where I had seen those eyes; they had belonged to the majestic wolf which I had been privy to seeing during my exploration around the palace grounds earlier that day. The realization sent a chill down my spine and once more, my breath caught in my throat at the thought of what I had seen t

I pursued my older sister’s best friend relentlessly for three whole years before she finally agreed to a secret relationship with me. However, after five hidden years together, right as I was preparing to propose, I overheard a conversation between her and her friends. "Your first love is about to return to the country. How do you plan to handle that substitute boyfriend of yours?" "Make sure you have a solid excuse when you break up with him. Don't make it too ugly, or Cora will never forgive you if she finds out her little brother got hurt." After a long silence, she made her decision. "Then I'll just fake amnesia. I'll pretend I forgot the past five years. Since it was a secret relat

The rune lit—silver then red—casting warped reflections on their troubled faces. Elara stepped forward. She placed her hand on the rune’s surface. Images flashed in her mind: ancient shifters kneeling to a queen bathed in flame and void. Twins—one named Memory, one named Flame—caught between love and loss, fed to the Fang to seal its anger. She stumbled. Her hand fell. Lerder steadied her. “Tell me what you saw.” “Eluna. Memory. Sacrifice. The Fang made hungry on promise and blood.” Aryn’s hair billowed, though no breeze stirred.

“I just can't seem to hold onto it.” "Don't worry about it," Sabrina said gently. "We're happy to go wherever you're going. You don't have to apologize.” My new memory began with my wolf. Panic seized me – the fear of losing her again, the same fear that had haunted me before. I clung to her fur, my grip tight, my knuckles white. Suddenly, the scene shifted. We were no longer on the rooftop, but deep in the basement. The memories flooded back, each one a fresh wave of terror. The basement... it held so many of them, all woven together, a chilling tapestry of fear.

Maybe stirring him up will make him fuck me this time. I sit in his fancy chair and spin. The smell of sin in the room… The ache between my breasts… Feel of his tongue latching onto my nipples… Dirty memories I want to relive, flood my system. I pick up a plain white sheet of paper, a black pen, and I get to work. One hand lodges between my thighs, softly stroking my pussy so I don't bruise it, and the other draws our memories. One day, I’ll have it enlarged as a portrait.

The name felt right, but the memories were still hazy. I closed my eyes, letting the fragments of memories wash over me. I saw flashes of a woman with piercing eyes, her smile lighting up the darkness. I felt the touch of her hand, the warmth of her skin, and the comfort of her presence. My wolf growled again, pushing me to remember more. The memories were like puzzle pieces, scattered and incomplete. But with each passing moment, more pieces fell into place. I saw us together, laughing and loving, our bond strong and true.

He paused, his body tensing, as if he knew she was there without even seeing her. “Old man,” she said, her voice dripping with a seductive quality as her finger traced a path sexily along his back. “It’s been quite a while. What happened to your Ironfang’s today?” She let out a laugh, a truly diabolical sound that seemed to mock the very air. “It seems retribution has met you after all these years. Here I am in your front and you need my help.” The Elder of the Ironfang’s didn't reply. She continued with mockery in her voice. “Didn’t you ever think you’d need my help one day?Well…”