Fangs Novelas e Histórias

I replied her. “Each member of Fangs Clan Pack, has similarities in writing because we code our words. For example, the scribblings, 'Give me a doctor' means getting war weapons. This is what we were trained with for centuries,” she spelled out, to my amazement. “It takes a long while to fully understand that code language. And you my dear, are new in the pack. That’s how I figured out you weren’t the one who poisoned Killian.” she added softly.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

he growled, his tone now laced with anger. Growing tired of his persistent questioning, I entertained dark thoughts of devouring his flesh. A sinister smile formed on my wolfish face, relishing the idea. However, a part of me sensed that playing the waiting game might be a better strategy to satisfy my cravings. After all, he believed that our scents indicated a mate bond.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

She nodded, and I could clearly see her eyes tightly shut and the tension in her clenched fist out of fear. I bared my fangs and looked into her eyes as they approached her skin. I murmured another word that made her eyes snap open. "I love you, Gabs." She took a quick gasp of air from the pain of my fangs sinking into her flesh. With one hand, I held hers while the other rested behind her head. With each sip of blood from her skin, her clenched fist gradually loosened. It was as if she was hypnotized by the sensations I was giving her.

I let his closeness enter my systems and lower my defenses. I didn’t want to, but I trusted him. He walked over to my brother’s motionless body. His pallor had worsened, blood pooled on the bed, where the wound on his head was still open. “I don’t like you seeing this,” he murmured, just before his fangs grew.

That thought involuntarily changed the second I felt the sting of his fangs against my neck. The words left my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. "Xander! It was Xander!"

I nodded, giving him the signal. He wasted no time. Using his fangs, he tore away my remaining clothes, letting the sudden rush of cool air hit my bare skin. He stared down at me for a long moment—it felt like five minutes—before he parted my legs and rested them on his shoulder. Then, he devoured me. His powerful tongue licked, lapped, and played with my core, sending a shriek past my lips. I bit down on my fingers, weeping in sheer ecstasy.

######## Author's Note: Andrea wasn't marked - Caspian directed his fangs into her arm instead. Just wanted to make it clear. :D

“You’re not going to say anything?! You’re just going to sit there and watch? Rafaele was right about you! You’re a useless, good-for-nothing bastard! You’ll let an innocent girl be slaughtered?!” His head jerks up, fury flashing. Fangs bare, sharp and glistening. My chest seizes at the sight—it’s the second time he’s shown them to me, and it still rattles me. Then, slowly, deliberately, he grabs the girl in his lap by the head and sinks his fangs into her neck. Her soft cry breaks through the room as his eyes turn pitch black, veins crawling up his throat like ink. It’s brutal. Wrong. I look away, wishing I could unhear her pai