Novelas y relatos de Fangs

A territorial urge welled up within my chest and the little hairs on the back of my neck rose as I got to my feet. "Back off, Eve," Elias warned. Xander sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as a self-satisfied smirk spread across his lips. But Eve never took her eyes from mine and then growled, low, barely audible. Something inside of me welled up within my chest, and then I felt my eyes flare. "There it is!" Eve smiled, pointing at me as a smile lit her lips. "Xander, did you see it?" Xander nodded, looking into my eyes. "Sweetheart, you're part wolf. How big a part, I have no idea, but you have enough."

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.

My stomach may as well be a Vicious with just how much it clawed and growled at me. I opened my jaw wider and wider as knives slipped from my gums, pushing out my regular lateral incisors and canines. Fangs. Just like the vampires I previously had been so afraid of. Then, I lunged downward, plunging my fangs into his neck and drinking. Wonderful, sweet crimson flowed into my throat, and I wondered what I had been missing my entire life.

They’d clearly gotten a good many bites and scratches in, the white parts of her fur now stained red, but she was still fucking going. I immediately pounced, bringing the bigger of the two wolves down, taking him by surprise and getting in a huge gash down the entirety of his back. He got up and pushed me off him, spraying blood as he shook. He lunged back at me, and I caught one of his legs between my teeth, tearing into it and savoring the taste of blood as it filled my mouth. Before my teeth hit bone, he finally kicked me off.

Amy finally drew her lips away from his, "I want to kiss all of you, every place on your body." Marcus felt his fangs elongate and he smiled. Amy placed her finger back into his mouth touching the sharp points. She pressed her finger hard and felt a small burning prick as the fang nicked her finger. Marcus sucked the small amount of blood as Amy's mouth began doing what she had promised.

"There's not enough!" Bobby frowned and looked up just as Ursula cursed and slammed her hand on the counter. It had only been a couple of hours since the attack on Johnny. The air still still tasted of his life essence. It danced on the tip of Bobby's tongue, teasing their taste buds and appetite. It was like walking into a kitchen after a roast chicken had been cooked in the oven or bacon had sizzled in a pan on the cooker. The actual temptation was gone but the remnants still lingered in the air to tease anyone who hadn't been around to savour the goods. For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to pr

I sensed panic, her eyes haunted, lips parted in silent terror, blood draining from her face—chilling fear. “What the fuck did you do to my mate?” I bellowed at Sara, anger overtaking me. I could feel that fur was sprouting up my arms and legs, my canines growing, my claws extending. “Your WHAT?” she shouted back at me.

It was a jagged, gleaming shard of obsidian, its surface pulsing with an eerie light. “That’s it,” Dani said, her voice barely above a whisper. As they approached, the air grew heavier, and Lyla felt the forest’s energy retreating. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers hovering over the Fang. Before she could touch it, a deep growl echoed through the cavern. From the shadows emerged a massive wolf, its fur as black as the void and its eyes glowing with the same light as the Fang. It bared its teeth, its growl reverberating through the cavern.

His head dipped lower, lips so close to her skin she swore she felt the ghost of a kiss. Then his words cut sharp: “Next time you spill, it’ll be your blood.” She smirked, licking her lips on purpose. “Mhm. You like what you see, señor?” For the first time, he moved. One step, then another, until his chest almost brushed hers. His hand lifted like he might touch her cheek—but instead, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. Her heart slammed. For a split second, the candlelight caught on his mouth—and she swore she saw long sharp white points where his teeth should be. Fangs.

Just calm down, Maddie. When Fang and the others had found me earlier, I’d almost convinced myself it was a dream. Almost. Except dreams don’t leave behind corpses. The stag. I squeeze my temples as the memory claws at me, the clearing, the carcass sprawled on the grass, its eyes glassy, its body cold. And then Fang kneeling beside it, her usually playful expression turning stiff and pale as she pressed her hand against the animal’s fur. No wound. No blood. No fight.