Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he murmured against her lips. "And you are my Fang," she whispered back. Their kiss deepened, slow and filthy, teeth clashing, breaths growing heavy. Link pressed her against the stone wall of the yard, his body caging hers. His hands roamed, familiar and firm, claiming every curve he knew so well. Lilly moaned softly into his mouth, her legs parting instinctively to press closer. "If you keep this up, you won't be leaving today." "Maybe I need one more taste before I go," he rasped, his lips trailing down her neck, teeth scraping possessively.

He paused, his body tensing, as if he knew she was there without even seeing her. “Old man,” she said, her voice dripping with a seductive quality as her finger traced a path sexily along his back. “It’s been quite a while. What happened to your Ironfang’s today?” She let out a laugh, a truly diabolical sound that seemed to mock the very air. “It seems retribution has met you after all these years. Here I am in your front and you need my help.” The Elder of the Ironfang’s didn't reply. She continued with mockery in her voice. “Didn’t you ever think you’d need my help one day?Well…”

Anna sucked in a breath. I stepped forward. “If you threaten my children” Tamara’s eyes flashed. “Children?” she echoed, mock surprise dripping from the word. “Is that what we’re calling them now?” My wolf stirred, furious. “Leave,” I said. “Before you regret opening your mouth.” For a moment, I thought she might push it. Instead, she smiled again, slow and venomous. “Enjoy your stay,” she murmured. “I have a feeling it won’t last.”

Vera leaned against the railing, Raven speaking in low tones, and she laughed softly at something he said. Something had changed between them. I could feel it, and I finally made my decision. That day, I was the last one in the hall that evening. I finished transcribing the survey records, stacked the scrolls, set down my pen. On impulse, I checked Vera's feed. A photo from the south. Night banquet. Raven held his cup over hers, letting a single drop of his blood fall into her glass. A gesture of the highest recognition a clan lord could offer, a gift of his own essence.

"I didn't raise you to let other people define your worth. You belong anywhere you choose to be. And from what I saw in those photos, that man looks at you like you hung the moon and stars." Claire smiled through her tears. "You can tell that from a photo?" "A mother knows. Now, when do I get to meet this billionaire who's stolen my daughter's heart?" "Soon, Mom. I promise." After they hung up, Claire looked at herself in the mirror - at the girl in the silk robe, in the penthouse bedroom, living a life that didn't quite feel real yet. But maybe, just maybe, it could be.

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

Elias arched off the bed with a sharp cry, hips bucking up to take more. The storm outside seemed to match their mood. Lightning flashed, lighting up the room for brief seconds, showing Elias’s flushed face, his fangs fully extended, eyes glowing crimson with lust. Ronan added a third finger, curling them just right, and Elias nearly sobbed when he hit that spot inside him. “Ronan, now,” he demanded, nails raking down the werewolf’s back hard enough to draw blood.

I guess there is no point in me continuing to keep lying. “Alright, fine. I was there, ok. What are you gonna do now? Eat me? Bite me?” He scoffed, standing up straight, and looking down at me. “You do know we don’t pierce our fangs into every living thing with blood.” I chuckled angrily. “Well, evidently my best friend was an exception. He was admitted to the hospital because of you.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t do anything! I haven’t even been to that club for a couple of weeks. I just own the place.”

“Calm down girl…” “Arrrgh!!” I tried going for it again, but this time I couldn't shake him off. He pulled me to himself, and before I could realize it, his lips were on mine, hot, trembling and the movement of his lips made me realize I had fangs now instead of teeth. I don't know what kind of crazy evolution was happening now, but all the thirst and mad hunger suddenly seems to have left me, while my lips and his are still pressed together.

Amy finally drew her lips away from his, "I want to kiss all of you, every place on your body." Marcus felt his fangs elongate and he smiled. Amy placed her finger back into his mouth touching the sharp points. She pressed her finger hard and felt a small burning prick as the fang nicked her finger. Marcus sucked the small amount of blood as Amy's mouth began doing what she had promised.