Fangs Riverdale Novels & Stories

River comes from the west, flanked by Ashwood riders, his expression cold and deadly. And from the north—Garrett, with a full contingent of Iron Fang MC, their cuts gleaming in the morning light. The faction leader tries to scramble to his feet. Cade is on him before he makes it upright. One punch. Clean and brutal. The leader's head snaps back, and he goes down, unconscious. River reaches me first, his hands on my face, his eyes searching mine. "Laney," he breathes. "Fuck, Laney, are you hurt?"

I nearly run into the back of her when she stops suddenly in the doorway of a hospital room, her fear feeding through to me as strongly as if it's my own. Her friends are on the beds, in various stages of the turning process, Gale and Damien are convulsing almost simultaneously while reaching out to hold tightly to one another's hand, and in the bed beside them, sweating and looking terrified, is Ollie. "Come in, I want to give them some of your blood to hopefully allow you to link with their new wolves as you did with Miss Jessop." Doctor Fayer gestures to a seat and Flame doesn't hesitate to sit down and offer up her arm.

Edwin and Tiara froze instantly. Ralph lowered his head to the ground, sniffing the air like a trained tracker. Edwin whispered, “What do you smell?” Ralph’s expression shifted. “Bloodfang.” Tiara’s heart dropped. “How many?” Ralph closed his eyes, focusing. “…three. No—four. Moving fast. Closing in from the northeast.” Edwin stood, his hand moving to his dagger. “How far?” “Too close.” Suddenly, a twig snapped somewhere in the trees.

His shoulders sagged a little as Moni closed the door behind her. "I've had to suspend eight Wolfs altogether," Moni said, dumping his empty plate on a shelf and slumping down into the chair in front of Damon desk. "We found some mixed blood Vampire fangs, werewolf fangs and claws, some weird vine/tentacle that looks as if it may have come from a fairy and a horrendous framed patch of green skin which the pathologist believes came from a fairy child," Moni said with a shiver. "We also found a large quantity of drug," she said, staring at the floor.

I could feel this mans tears falling on my face, with my last breath “Damon” Damon’s P.O.V. BANG. What? But where? How? Who? I turned around to see Fangar grinning at me viciously while he took his final breaths, Mila. I looked to Mila, but where she was once stood there was nothing, afraid to look at the ground, I heard Talia screaming.. “NO! MILA! MY BABY!!” My father was holding her back, not letting her run to her daughter, because he knew as well as I did there was nothing to be done. But no. I couldn’t believe it. I wouldn’t!

I saw small feet sticking out from beneath one of them, and my stomach dropped through the ground. Children. The Aetherfangs had made it into town. And they hadn’t come to scare us. They had come to kill. My wolf rose under my skin, a low growl vibrating in my chest. Not the rage of battle anymore. The rage of aftermath. The rage of being too late.

They both look so worried about sir Daryl. I clutched my wrist. I can feel my pulse and know my blood is flowing inside my veins. "He needs blood, right?" I said, and they both looked at me and didn't bother protesting against what I was about to do. I approach sir Daryl, and since he's unconscious and won't be able to bite me, I slice my finger until it bleeds and let my blood drop to his lips. And after a minute or two, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me to him, and plunged his fangs into my neck.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

Derrick's wolves scared them away and took few captives. He was a bit wounded and I was scared of seeing him bleed. One of his wolves was attending to him. Trying to use some known herbs to stop the bleeding. I was good at that so I offered to help. I rushed over and mixed up the herbs, grind it and squeezed it into the wound. "This happens a lot. We expect anything at all times" Derrick explained. I looked paled. I wouldn't want to lose him in such way. "There is a river upfront, can I take you for a cold bath? Fang's river is known to be a mystical river that could heal the sick and mend the broken heart" he said, trying to get his wound off my mind.

Chapter 16 Evangeline was holding a glass of water for Pocco, she was returning to the living room yet she was taken aback to see what was happening to Blake. She saw his fangs and his eyes that manifest a desire to devour blood. She gripped the glass tighter, tears suddenly stream down her eyes, she was worried, yet couldn’t move any step towards him.