Fangs Novels & Stories

I wanted to savour every moment of my feeding, as I slaked a thirst that was threatening to destroy me. I turned my head to the window pressing my forehead against the glass and tried to concentrate on the beautiful lights of LA, but I couldn’t stop noticing the vein in the driver’s neck as he drove. He raised a hand and scratched a spot on his neck and I wanted to brush his fingers aside and replace them with my fangs. Fangs. I could feel them out now, and for the first time, they didn’t seem awkward in anyway, I was happy to have them.

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

As she lay sprawled across his lap, her eyes averted, he found himself captivated by the scent of her. Leaning in close, his lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "Are you enjoying this?" "No," she responded hastily, her words contradicting the message her body conveyed to him. Was she enjoying this little lesson of his? Oh, she was so confused with herself in that moment and didn’t understand her body at all. Lucian firmly grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, and there he witnessed her wolf emerging. Her eyes glowed with a reddish-orange hue reminiscent of a harvest moon. Her tongue sensually swept across her elongated fangs, adding to her

I tried to make it out because all I could see was just the fangs man, standing at the foot of that little girl who was covered with blood and his claws and fangs were dripping with blood probably the blood of the little child. Could it be he used his fangs and claws to kill wolves, are they enemies to wolves? “Oh…” my frustrations is building up again when my phone rang, grabbed it to see who the caller is, only to find out it was Jamie, fuck not now, I do not want to see him or talked to him. I grabbed my phone and turned it off. Jamie:

Is he merely indifferent, or is there something buried beneath the frost in his gaze? Finally, I take the dagger, dragging the blade lightly over the tip of my finger. A drop of blood wells, falling into the vial beneath the inscription. A golden light flares, and the library opens. Yohan turns without a word and steps deeper into the chamber. “We’re looking for a book,” he says, voice low. “The Lost Frinx.” Evelyn nods and hurries off between the shelves. I follow Yohan, noting how his gaze moves sharply across the floating tomes, scanning for something specific. He isn’t fumbling. He knows exactly what he’s looking for.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of our steady breathing. "I know you're deep within," I murmured, reaching out with my mind like a child fumbling in the dark. "Please connect to me within." I begged. Suddenly, a disturbing noise filled the room, like crunching bones with your teeth. My eyes flew open instantly, and they grew wide with disbelief. This is the first time I've seen Roman's Lycan up close. "Oh my God!" The scream tore from my throat before I could stop it, and I scrambled backward, my heart pounding like a jackhammer against my ribs.