Fangs For The Memories Novels & Stories

~Nathan~ I look up from my plate–towards my foster mother. “I don't remember anything. My brain holds no memory of that place.” But it's a lie. I remember everything. In fact, one of the punishments of making it out of Grimswood forest alive is the painful vivid remembrance of all that happened there. The knife slashes and the blood drips, the gory images and eerie sounds, the different creatures and the swift and abrupt sound transitions.

Hunter It comes back in a rush. Not the Pack, not my friends and not Starling. Faythe. Only Faythe. I remember the way she looked when she first came to the Pack, how hard I forced myself to stay back until she was old enough to claim, issuing the order to have her at the Pack house under some bogus scholarship and even how her mother beat her. I remember the complex pattern woven over her body in layers of purple and green. I remember how scared she was of anyone who got close, how she recoiled when someone offered her food and how pitiful she looked when her mother beat her in the book store. I can see it all in my head like an unfolding story that I can’t stop and I don’t ever want to end

His memories became mine. His pride. His cruelty, every single of his memory I have seen it yesssss. because that is my gift, I am born with it and when someone touches me, I see their whole memory even his sons, I knew everything about them because I had studied it in Blackfang's memories during one of the tortures Blackfang gave me Damien. Jaxon. I whisper their names under my breath as I run, though my lips crack and sting from the cold.

I heard a twig snap and looked up for a second, feeling watched but I didn't have time to dwell on that, I continued to stay focus and chanted it again. “Per sanguinem et memoriam, Per lunam quae videt omnia, Revela vestigia quae latent, Oculi arcani, ostendite mihi matrem meam.” The air grew heavy and the bowl started to tremble. “No...“ I whispered, “... Focus” The water in the bowl started boiling, the bowl cracked violently and exploded outward, water and blood splashing across the forest floor. I barely had time to gasp before something moved. Branches snapped as leaves tore apart.

"I actually did it. I couldn't remember it before, but today... when I saw her... the block broke. I remember the smell. I remember the hallway. I remember being with her." "You don't remember shit," Fabian snapped, walking over and kicking my foot to get me to look up at him. "You were enchanted less than twenty minutes ago, Ford. You were walking off a goddamn cliff like a zombie. Your wolf was completely suppressed. You don't know whether those memories are yours or if they were planted in your head by whatever the hell is living in that cave."

The energy in Rogers Arena was a live wire, 19,000 fans buzzing with a mix of awe and morbid curiosity over the “Vamp Duo” phenomenon. Banners tangled in the rafters: “Thorne Burns Bright” clashing with cheeky “Fangs Out Tonight!” Merchandise flew off shelves faster than a slapshot, even as the league labeled it all “fan fiction.” In the locker room, Alex laced skates with intense focus, fangs retracted, thirst simmering low from Jake’s vein earlier that night. Brody clapped a hand on his shoulder.

I could get used to this quiet life here in the country-side. “I’m glad. But there is something that I would like to request of you.” His silver-grey eyes darted away from mine and his fingers started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Anything.” I responded. “Don’t push them away, Ana and Gavin, even when they call you ‘mama’, even if they talk too much, or ask too many questions, which I know they would. I have never seen them so lively since her death. Please? I’ll raise your salary—“

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

Alex, looking around in wonder, whispered, "These are our memories, Sophia, but... they're twisted, altered." I nodded, taking in a particularly painful memory — a distorted version of the night our pack was first attacked. "The Sanctuary is showing us our fears, our regrets. It's challenging our resolve." We continued on the moonlit path, but with every step, the memories grew more intense, and more vivid. They weren't just images anymore; they became tangible, real. We could feel the emotions, the physical sensations. The joy of our first kiss, the sting of betrayal, the heartbreak of loss.

A two-set of vampire fangs. Oddly enough, the fangs were so familiar that he almost could taste the memory on his lips. Where did he see it before? It rather looks so familiar and almost as if he knew it from somewhere. Every muscle of his body just froze before a grin crept onto his face, it soon stretched from one side to the other showing every single tooth.