Fangs Novels & Stories

“But the stench of human is literally soaked into your bones, babe. There’s no way you’re mixed with anything outside of your species.” “Your hatred for ‘my species’ is both understandable and annoying,” Iris replied slowly as she bent my finger back to the point that I was wincing. “And stench?” “No,” I groaned as she continues her attempt at breaking my index finger. “Stop, for fuck’s sake.” She let go with a proud smile, pressing a kiss to the pulsing finger before resting her face into my palm. My mate is a little psycho.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

The collar Cassian dared put on her snaps between my fingers; I crush the silver into dust and let it fall. She stands naked, trembling, silver eyes huge, lips bleeding where he split them. I drop to my knees. Not submission. Worship. I drag my nose up the inside of her thigh, inhaling so deep my lungs burn. Her scent is everywhere: terror, grief, slick, moonlight, mine. My fangs ache. My cock is so hard the head is purple, leaking a steady stream down my thigh like I’m a boy again. “Fuck,” I snarl against her skin. “You’re going to kill me and I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

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Fangs: Alpha King Book 1 (COMPLETED) SYNOPSIS Born as the revered and respected daughter of Alpha Lester Fangs, Zane grew more and more domineering and proud. She had thought that as the only daughter of the alpha, her father would pass the throne to her. But the sudden appearance of another child, claiming to be her father’s child with his first love, became a problem. As the wedge between the two daughters grew, so as their hostility and the deep contrast of their characters shone.

It made her realize that the little days they were together made them know each other a little too deep and it made her question herself; What were they? She would have simply said they were friends, maybe good ones at that, but it didn’t look so. There is a limit to what a friend can do but his was beyond that. He did things for her without holding back and not minding if it was inconvenient for him. The day he went with her to the wedding and the night when he had saved her, he was her knight in shining fangs_ Fangs because he is a vampire.

Once again, his voice was overlapping with August’s. I didn’t get a chance to respond, my words becoming a scream that was more moan than anything as his teeth sunk into me. I felt my magic surge. And somewhere deep inside, something stirred in response to his marking. My mouth started to hurt, and as I moved my tongue, I realized whey. I had grown fangs. Bisnonna’s book said that a pure human would temporarily have fangs for the mating ritual. But this won’t be a one-time thing if I awaken my wolf.

“You’re not taking her.” The furies laughed, their voices echoing through the night. “You cannot stop us, Hayden. Her soul… her power… it is already ours…” “No,” Hayden said, his voice low and dangerous. “It isn’t.” Without warning, the furies lunged forward, their claws outstretched, their eyes glowing with deadly intent. Hayden moved in an instant, his sword slashing through the air, cutting through the darkness with a blinding flash of light. The furies shrieked in pain, recoiling from the blow, but they weren’t done yet. They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening.