Fangs Novels & Stories

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

But today, it looked intimidating. Perhaps it was the crest. Two fangs under a moon. Fangs...... Susanna's fangs......

“They’re not Wraiths.” “No,” Ember hissed, eyes flaring gold. “They’re ferals.” I shifted mid-run, my clothes shredding, bones snapping. I landed on four paws, snarling. And then they came. Dark-furred shapes lunging from the woods, foam dripping from their fangs. Eyes glowing like dying coals. I launched into them. Behind me, Ember threw fire. Lilly gripped Logan and ran for the trees. The scream came again. My daughter’s scream.

Her eyes flared with something I couldn’t quite place was that anger, jealousy… hatred. "You’re making a mistake," she hissed. "You don’t know Damien. Not really. But if you want to, if you really want to see what kind of monster you’re dealing with..." She reached into her designer purse and pulled out a sleek black card, flicking it between her fingers like a magician with a trick. I frowned, hesitantly taking it from her hand. Inscribed in bold, crimson letters were the words: Fangs Ritual. A chill ran down my spine.

To kick him, to get away from there. But pinned against his cold wall, I was helpless. “You know, ever since I saw you, I'd wanted to taste your blood. I bet you taste as good as your face.” He laughed cynically, brushing his cold hand across my cheek. His words made no sense. His tongue brushed my neck, and I shuddered. Maybe I'd imagined it, but a fang had touched my neck too. “Please let me-” I didn't get the words out, when someone pushed him away from me. I raised my gaze abruptly, meeting the gaze of a fuming Cold eyes.

I would make an adventure for myself within those few minutes that fate had to spare me. Roaming the palace grounds, I found myself drawn to the patch where I first laid eyes on my now-husband. Memories flooded back of his majestic wolf form, black fur shimmering in the sunlight, and his enchanting green eyes. Those eyes that drew me in and intrigued me beyond lycan comprehension. Those eyes that held no form of warmth for me. However, my elation at finding a familiar space turned to dismay as I stumbled upon the same majestic wolf from my memory nuzzling another wolf. His mate, perhaps. The wer he had chosen over me; the wer who held his heart. I was shocked and hurt, and as I was unable to

Move over, Fido. I wanna taste her too, I say in our mind to Fang. But Fang doesn’t respond. Well, ok. That’s not completely true. He doesn’t respond verbally. He moves our leg so that one of them wedges between hers. With her pressed against the door, there is no wiggle room. He’s pressing between her legs, directly against her pussy. Opening her legs releases the scent of her arousal into the air and the scent of her musk makes my cock pulsate, not just twitch.

Silence crashed through the hall. My breathing turned ragged and my vision blurred red. Even Serena stumbled backward. Then Aiden slowly pushed himself off the wall. His dark eyes locked onto mine and he smiled wider. Like he finally found something interesting. My wolf snarled. For the first time in my life, I wanted to destroy someone. And his name was Aiden Cross. I left without looking at anyone. I knew my father would be angry with me because of it but right now I didn't care. I couldn't tolerate seeing that jerk’s face anymore.

The word hit my fogged brain like a spark landing on dry tinder. My eyelids fluttered, my pupils widening slightly in an instant. For a sharp, terrifying fraction of a second, the dark silver of my eyes vanished, bleeding into a brilliant, glowing crimson that lit up the dim light of my face before snapping back to stormy silver. The primal, desperate thirst flared in the back of my throat, making my fangs ache behind my lips. Without a single word, my hands finally moved.

It was a full moon. "Stephhhh". Callum mewled. The silver of the full moon was making his vampire horny. Stephen’s eyes turned crimson red as Blaze let his Vampire take hold. It was like an invisible frenzy. A hazy cloud surrounding them pulling them closer to bask in each other's warmth and love. It was just like a werewolf in heat. Enlightening the emotions. The tingling sensation under the skin makes it sensitive to touch..