Novelas y relatos de Fangs

Right now, it was sitting on top of a messy pile of tax receipts, being used as nothing more than a paperweight to keep the drafts from blowing the documents away. A cold, wicked grin spread across my lips. I picked up the fang. Its surface was jagged, cold, and slightly discoloured near the root. I set it down under the direct light of the desk lamp, took out my terminal, and snapped a grainy, unedited photo. I opened the Moonbook app, uploaded the picture, and typed a single caption. Found this old bone on my desk. Someone told me it’s a fang from some unknown wild beast. No idea if it’s real or just rubbish. Anyone know what this junk is worth, anyway?

“Don’t you dare hold back, wolf.” Ronan snarled and gave him what he wanted. He hooked Elias’s leg higher, changing the angle until he was hitting that spot inside that made the vampire cry out. Elias’s eyes rolled back, fangs sinking into his own lip as blood trickled down his chin. Ronan leaned down and licked it up, the taste exploding on his tongue and making him thrust even wilder.

“If you do that again—” He leaned closer. The rest of my sentence died. Not because he licked me again. This time his lips touched my neck first. Warm. Lingering. And then something sharper brushed my skin. I frowned. The sensation came again. Teeth? No. Fangs. “Wait.” Kian went still. My heart lurched for an entirely different reason. “You have fangs now?” I tried to turn my head to see better. “Kian, you didn’t have fangs.”

Daisy interrupts her bedtime story to communicate to him important, time-sensitive information: “Serapine is so so soooo pretty. I loooove her ears.” He presses his lips together before resuming his reading. Among the Vampyres, fangs are not just teeth—they are status.

A deep chuckle came from the darkness, and the man ahead stepped forward until the moonlight lit his face. I gasped. His skin was pale, like he hadn’t seen sunlight in years, but it was his mouth that made my stomach turn. He had Fangs… long, sharp and glinting white, and his eyes were blood red. I stumbled back a step, shaking my head. “Nope. No way.”

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

Chapter 32: The First Sound Raven’s tongue brushed against something new—sharp, curved, unfamiliar. Fangs. Smaller than Victoria’s, delicate yet unmistakably vampiric, they pressed against the inside of her lower lip as she swallowed the last traces of Victoria’s blood. The taste lingered: copper, heat, eternity—sweet in a way that made her head spin. Then the world cracked open. A sound—low at first, like distant thunder rolling through stone—reached her.

Jack growls in return as he extends a hand, but he doesn't get any closer. The leather collar with a silver ring he is holding is all he offers. My heart bursts into something wild, and the tears I was crying became wrath. I want to shout at the brutality and indignity of this. As Jack removes the collar from my father's fingers, my chin stops shaking and my lips form a narrow line. He turns to face me, his emerald eyes glistening with jealous need. Jack looks down at where he bit me, where blood still drips down my collarbone and stains my dress, and his tongue runs across his lips. With his free hand, he violently pulls me in about the waist before quickly wrapping the collar around my nec

“You tell me you don’t want to be caught alone with me. Then you appear at my door? What is going on, Ana?” Ana breathed heavily as her body prepared for what his kiss promised her. She resisted, groaned as her thighs clenched. Their eyes glowed red with their response to each other. Fangs predominantly showed between both their swollen lips. His hips ground into her pelvis, enticing her unreasonable desire for him to couple with her. Ana’s mind instantly jumped the track, and she couldn’t remember why she’d come to his room.

The vampire jumped to the floor from the ceiling like a spiderman, his body was as usual completely in white also covered in a white gown with a cruel scar in the middle of his forehead and black teeth and nails. Amara shivered gasping his dreadful countenance. The complete furniture in the house shattered around her like somebody threw it to the floor breaking to pieces. A soft 'aah' went out of her as the glass pierced inside the skin of her throat. "Kill me, just kill me now than making me suffer like this every moment." Amara begged with tears flowing down her eyes in small streams.