Fangs For The Memories Novels & Stories

"Because you once mentioned in passing that you disliked the scent of perfume, she threw out every bottle she owned. Once, when you had a fever, she drove overnight into the mountains to gather herbs for you, nearly falling off a cliff in the process. "Don't you feel that over the years, for your sake, Ms. Arden has worn herself down until she's no longer the woman she used to be? "I still remember the first time I saw her. She was in a red dress, drinking with people at the private club. She laughed when she lost and raised an eyebrow triumphantly when she won. She was so vibrant and radiant, like a flame. But now, that spark is almost gone." Theodore froze as a memory of their first meetin

“No, I don’t. Enlighten me, wolf. What exactly do you think I did?” Ronan took a slow breath, his hand resuming its gentle tracing along Elias’s waist, like touching him helped keep the anger at bay. “Five years ago, in Silver Hollow village. My mate was traveling through there with a small escort. They were passing through on the way back from one of the outer packs. Your people attacked the village without warning. Killed my mate and most of the villagers. I saw the reports. Fang marks. Vampire signatures all over it. I always believed you ordered it.”

Finn whimpered as the roots around his throat loosened slightly, and I used the moment to slide my blade under one pulsing strand. The strand hissed when metal touched it, but it did not bleed, which meant it was not the root holding his breath. I cut it. Finn gasped. Daciana noticed without turning, because queens who survived rooms like this learned to hear hope even while facing pain. The chamber’s walls began to change. Stone became mist. Mist became memory. Memory became a moonlit courtyard I had never seen, where Blackfang banners hung clean before blood and shame stained their meanings.

she stopped in her tracks as she tried to remember where she was before she woke up here, or at least try to remember who she is. “Where?” “I-I don’t know, I don’t remember.” the woman raised her brow towards her and pursed her lips before turning her back against her. “I didn’t know you could stoop this low. You are the respected daughter of a strong Alpha, and you can’t even remember your origin? How laughable. You’re pitiful Zane Fangs.” she uttered while she slowly vanished into thin air. ‘Zane Fangs?’ Right there, as she repeated the name in her head, various images that appeared to be her memories slowly appeared before her eyes, some of them made her smile and the most recent ones mad

The scent of something roasting above a fire wafted into Maris' nose and prompted her to open the windows to her soul. The exact words her mother used whenever Maris had itchy eyes as a kid and needed some eye drops. Her vision wasn't clear at first then later, it did and she widened her eyes when she couldn't recognize where she was. The room wasn't the same size as Sanna's, but it was just okay and painted in green. She turned to the right and jolted as their eyes locked on like magnets, four pairs of eyes blinked in unison. There was an alertness in her eyes as she narrowed them into crinkled slits and primed her lips.

I realized that I knew this male. "I believe that my memory is returning," I mumbled softly and thought about things from my recent past. "I stabbed Galen and lost his child that he forced me to have," I muttered in disbelief. Lucian pulled down my head so my cheek lay on his chest and told me not to think of the negative memories. "Remember us, Nia. Recall the love we share and let it comfort you," he whispered into my hair and pecked the top of my head. I nuzzled his chest and remembered placing my mark on the crease of his neck and smiled.

The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution. The surroundings, once overlooked, now held the potential to be a canvas for the fragments of recollection. I stood there, a silent observer ready to retrace steps that had faded into my memories. The air seemed charged with subtle energy as if the very atmosphere held the key to unlocking the doorways to remembrance. The familiar sights and sounds took on new significance, transforming into clues that could lead me back to the moments I sought to unearth. "Well? Can you decipher it?" "I'm not sure. Maybe you need to do something first before expecting anything to re

Both side slam into each-other in a flurry of blood curtailing screeches, howls and other noses I’ve never heard before. Blood spills around my feet covering my silk dress in its crimson color, { Ferrah’s Memory ends}

she shrieked, each note unspooling the memory like a noose tightening around her throat. She was drowning in it. The scent. The silence before the scream. The cold metal. The eyes. Outside, Fallon watched the panic ripple through the shop window like a masterpiece coming to life. She didn’t need to be in the room to pull the strings. She lives in Sophia's head now... ...And memories don’t die easily.

"We need to destabilize him. Find what's left of the boy." "How?" He taps my temple. "The Silence can't replicate *true* anchors. Memories forged in love, not fear. Find one it missed." I close my eyes. The starscream's burn fades, but one memory remains-flickering, half-eaten. *Eden at seven, feverish, clutching my hand. "Tell me the story again. About the stars."* *My voice, tired but steady. "The First Wolves howled them into being. They sang so loud, the void got jealous..."*