Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction 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.

Selene stood over him, arms crossed. “Wake him up,” she ordered. Marcus wasted no time, grabbing a bucket of water and splashing it over the wolf’s head. With a sharp gasp, the Nightfang stirred, his eyes flying open — sharp, red, and full of hatred. Selene stepped closer, tilting her head, her voice low but dangerous. “You’re going to tell me who sent you.” The wolf smirked despite his injuries, blood sliding from the corner of his mouth. “You’re too late, Alpha. You can’t stop what’s coming.”

Fiona screamed, curling her legs up, attempting to push Darwin away with her knee. But what good would that little strength do? Her legs were suppressed once again. Then, Darwin cupped her cheek and refused to let her evade, kissing her again. Fiona bit him, and the taste of blood spread between their lips. Darwin showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. In Fiona's line of sight, she could still see Bella standing there stiffly, eyes full of disbelief and resentment.

Lucien stiffened, “My lord—” “You will not touch her... “ I said evenly, “.... You will not hunt her, and you will not think... Of claiming her power... “ My gaze locked onto his, “... Anything concerning the girl is mine to decide” Lucien bowed his head immediately, “As you command my lord”. The forest then shifted, I scented it, rotting hunger, madness in disguise. *Ferals* Seven of them. “They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow.

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

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

She waved me away in dismissal, focusing back out. I bowed whilst making a committal sound own my throat and left. On my way down the hall, Fangs began whimpering, starting to leap about. "What, Fangs? I am not in the mood." I grunted. "Mate!" He groaned. My ears perked. Gwen? "She's in trouble!"

I warn my fingers toying with the frilly lace on her hip as she bashfully smirks, shrugging her shoulders, those long thick lashes fluttering against her cheek. “I just figured as although it is the ceremony tomorrow, Felicity is probably going to show,” her cheeks flushing a rosy pink as she bites her lip, “and therefore tomorrow night may not end how I had dreamed my luna mating ceremony would?” she utters, looking at me through her lashes. I my lips curl into a smug smile as I let my eyes rove over her delicious curves once more. “Oh, and what did you hope was going to happen at the end of your luna ceremony?” I ask as my hands part her thighs, seeing the sheerest black fabric covering he

Xia slightly hooked up her plump pouty lips, it was very creepy that it would involuntary send shivers down to the spine, she thought, ‘Someone is tailing me? How daring it is. Is it a human or a zombie?’ When this thought flashed into her mind, she raise head and stared at the dark sky with twinkling eyes. The Red Moon who followed after her, every step she took reflected into her honeyed coloured phoenix eyes that shone where she is currently hiding at. It was very pleasant to the eyes but not pleasant at the same time.

(Now a dragon had her by the neck, and another was bearing its sharp teeth at her. The sound of her own hot blood spilling to the cold ground cut Nita's screams off and caused her to wake up.) She jumped to her feet, then banged on the door, begging to be let out. A voice that held much malice came. "Poor thing. If only Fang loved his mate as much as he loved me." A hand reached through the small door that was made in the larger. It felt around for Nita. But she stomped on the hand of the orange hair nymph.