Novelas y relatos de Fangs

I needed to check on Astrid and Franka. Selena’s voice stopped me. “Vexley, my chambers.” My heart sank but I followed. Her chambers glowed with candlelight. I couldn't guess what she was up to. It was hard to read Selena. She knelt, unwrapping my bandage. Her fingers were gentle. This was so unlike her. “The attacker’s scent,” she murmured. “was Lunarstrike, wasn’t it?” My pulse spiked. “A rogue, Luna. Not a pack's scent.” My voice stayed steady. Her eyes pierced mine. I held my breath.

“Calm down girl…” “Arrrgh!!” I tried going for it again, but this time I couldn't shake him off. He pulled me to himself, and before I could realize it, his lips were on mine, hot, trembling and the movement of his lips made me realize I had fangs now instead of teeth. I don't know what kind of crazy evolution was happening now, but all the thirst and mad hunger suddenly seems to have left me, while my lips and his are still pressed together.

His shirt stuck to his chest, nipples hard, hair damp with sweat. He wanted to scream. His wolf was howling inside, clawing at his ribs, demanding release. Demanding to be taken. To be filled. “No,” he whispered. “No. No, not like this.” At that moment it seemed like the pills went into effect immediately. He didn't feel any urge or sexual tension or anything of such but then his face turned dead red, his eyes burning like brimstone , anger erupted like a volcano that had been preparing to erupt for years.

*She hung from a braided silver rope from the ceiling, the silver cutting and burning into her wrists. Her weight twirled the rope around so that she turned slowly like a meat on display. The tips of her toes barely touched the ground. She was bleeding from several strikes of a silver whip on her skin. In some places, the whip cut through more than once or twice and the skin hung in tatters, burning and sizzling from residue silver. The whole room smelled like blood, metal, and human barbecue.*

She was so responsive. I leaned away from her, sliding a finger beneath the hem of her panties and peeling them off her. Fisting her panties in my hand, I brought them to my nose and sniffed. Every drop of blood in my body went rushing south. My fangs came out, the smell of my mate driving my wolf mad with the need to mark her. I gently pushed her legs wide open, releasing a shaky breath and the sight of her pink mound. I barely managed to draw my fangs back, our gazes colliding as I lowered my head.

I scoffed. His eyes glinted, but he didn't respond. Instead, he inched closer to me. My heartbeat accelerated, as I struggled to remain calm. “Pest, there's a thin line between hate and passion.” He smirked. I made a face. “You’re right. There's a very thin line between wanting to gut your stomach out, and wanting to rip your tongue out.” His eyes darkened. “Move out of the way,” he ordered in a low voice.

It was as if I had acquired a piece of the night sky itself, crystallized into this exquisite form. But the transformation didn't stop there. I could feel something happening within my mouth, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. As I ran my tongue over my teeth, I could sense the emergence of something sharp and potent. My canines were growing into fangs, and they were unlike anything I had ever seen. These fangs were a pristine, gleaming white, like polished ivory. They were not overly long but sharp and finely pointed. The way they curved inward gave them a subtle elegance, almost reminiscent of a carnivorous predator'

Her eyes widened slightly, as if this was a fear of hers. With her face still close to mine, I opened my mouth and popped a cherry in. "You will not survive the first night, Fay. Have you even seen a dark one? They crave human blood. They're faster and more malicious than demons, and once they catch your scent, they'll find a way to get you. I hope their entire army rapes you. They love to rape." Guirita hissed and I stopped chewing my cherry at that.

"Something specifically designed for dragon blood." The fire in my chest recoiled. Animal. Reflexive. "They were going to kill me," I said. "Tonight. In the ceremony. In front of everyone." "They were going to *contain* you—" "Don't." My voice came out very quiet. "Don't clean the language up. Not now. Not after twenty-two years of cleaned-up language." He stopped. The smoke drifted. The charred moonblossom breathed its sweet-burnt smell into the silence between us.

Something utterly stupid considering his human is still on the fence. Fang grabbed my body off the ground and tore off the gown that was pooling on the ground and dropped me on the bed, my body bouncing. In the next second, he was on me, fangs out. “What are you – Ahhh!!” He bit me. No. Fang marked me. HE FUCKING MARKED ME!!