Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

And things got ugly fast. Baron had been clasping my hands in a vice grip, like hanging onto them was somehow going to convince me to perform the absurd favor he was asking for. Then, just as I was beginning to think some very unkind things about my ex, revolving around a theme of hoping for his ill fortune, the Angel of Death took shape behind him in the form of my powerful and possessive fiancé. As if we were living inside an old fable written to warn, Be careful what you wish for.

“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.

His teeth playing gently with the skin of my neck forced a raspy breath from me and I felt like I was melting in his arms. "Fiona." He groaned, raising his head to show me glowy eyes. "Oct-" I gasped when his hand went lower than the bodice level, "We shouldn't. I am in heat, we should separate." He groaned, his lips muttering gibberish as he opened his eyes again to reveal reddened eyes. The beast. *end of excerpt* Fiona's pov

His fingers snuck between us, rubbing at my aching clit. Fuck, I missed this. I missed this soo much that my body shook as I leaned forward and started sucking in his neck. “Fuck, you're so wet…” He groaned. “Just for me. My little flame. My mate.” I paused. Fangs set on his skin without sinking in. No. Fiona is his mate. I can't make the mistake of marking him. “You— wish.” I moaned, as my walls gripped his throbbing cock. It felt soo good. Soo satisfying that I almost forgot I had a baby growing inside of me.

“They all have to pay. Every single half breed!” “We will get them. I promise,” I said. She nodded, brushing her curly black hair from her face. “Can I see him?” “Sure.” *** Fang led the way to the morgue. I followed behind Nena, she kept sniffling and dabbing at her eyes. I felt for her. She was barely twenty-five, now she was mateless, and without a second chance mate she would be alone for the rest of her life. “Your highness,” someone called breathlessly from behind.

Farris’s voice returns to its normal timbre, but his expression is stony as ever, “we have yet to find your true mate, this leaves us with the second option. Lucky for you, I’ve found a way for you to be freed from this cell and make yourself useful.” Was this the same man who had kissed me with such passion? Was this the same man who’d professed his love to me under the Moon goddess? How strange people were, how fast they changed, how deceiving. “What is it?” I question, too tired to think. "Are you still going to marry me off to someone, so you can wash your hands off me?" “Yes." Farris nods shamelessly. I squeeze my eyes shut. This cannot be happening. "You’re being sent to the Rexellen P

Angela, who is smiling brightly and still so young. "Anne, it turns out that your daughter has inherited your pretty face. I am very lucky and happy to have met him. Maybe he can replace you. I must be able to get and have Angela Virendra." Fergus smiled contentedly. "I will not let go of your daughter. Neither you nor your daughter can be mine; if you can't be mine, then no one else can have you. You better get annihilated!" Fergus shouted and laughed eerily. ***