Fangs Riverdale Novels & Stories

I attached my razor sharp fangs on River - causing him to wince out loud in pain. I dung my fangs more firmly into his shoulder as River tried to break free. But am really strong. 'You gat him. Now drive that son of a bîtvh to the ground !' My enthusiastic wolf cheered. I pressed her fangs deeper into River shoulder bringing out more blóød as she drove him to the ground. He held his stance - his eyes turned red due to anger and he sank his claws into my back. I desperately wanted to shout out in pain but that'll set this idoit free.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

Lauren said "He was found on our lawn, bleeding. We still don't know who or what caused the wound." "Sheesh." Aidan murmured. "And the–" Lauren's eyes, full of questions, bored into his. "I killed it." He said, meeting her eyes. "For a second I wasn't sure I would survive it. If I wasn't in wolf form it would have killed me. It was...horrifying, Lauren. That thing would have killed you. See what it did." He pulled the collar of his shirt down and showed her his shoulder. There was a single claw mark there. But instead of it being red with blood, it was black.

She yelled, feeling the pain shoot through her nose. "Somebody save me," Maris cried. Linda grabbed her arm and pulled her up. The chain around her wrists didn't give her the chance to forget her fist on Linda's face. "And you have a child. You're heartless." Linda chuckled darkly, before shoving Maris and asking her to move forward. Dracula crouched and Lucy got on his back. Linda crouched and motioned for Maris to get on. "No." Maris tried to act stubborn, but climbed the moment the vampires with pale skins showed her their fangs. Some were white and some, yellow.

You’ll know what I mean. I shook my head, refusing to let Kael’s pull cloud my judgment. I told myself this was about answers, nothing more. The garden’s silence stretched, broken only by the soft trickle of the fountain nearby. Shadows played along the trimmed hedges, and for a fleeting moment, I thought she wouldn’t come. Maybe the letter never reached her. Maybe she was too afraid. Then, the faintest rustle reached my ears. My head snapped up, and my wolf surged forward, recognition blazing through me before my eyes even confirmed it.

I’m clutching the book to my chest, the reality of my mother’s final warning burning in my hands, hot and undeniable. The conspiracy is deeper than bankruptcy; it’s systemic, a blood-feud masquerading as a financial transaction. The Silverfangs didn't just want our land; they wanted our submission, our legacy, and our very blood. Daryl stands at the edge of the pit, his shadow looming over me, blocking out the light of the dying fires. He holds out his hand, his expression entirely unreadable, his aura pulsing with that strange, magnetic gravity that pulls at my very soul, dragging me toward him like a tide. As he lifts me out of the pit with a single, effortless motion and places me onto th

The overhead lights shifted to a menacing crimson, signaling the building's lockdown. With a deafening thud, all doors slammed shut. Argent, her task complete, moved stealthily from the mansion’s entrance to the next checkpoint at the River border. The only escape route lay in the hands of Mr. Dawson, whose fingerprints were now a gruesome souvenir in Hound's possession—both hands severed and hidden away. The acrid scent of burning flesh filled the air, remnants of a desperate act to keep Daryl from bleeding out. In the center of the room stood the Dawson family, Emily among them, bound and gagged as if they awaited execution, their muffled whimpers slicing through the tense silence.

||Raven|| Two weeks later. Daisy is dead! Fuck! I was holding the lifeless body of Daisy. Her throat was slit. She was bleeding heavily. Her limbs ripped off her body, lying inches away. I was holding her tightly against my body. Screaming and weeping uncontrollably We were in the woods in the River Moon Clan. With wolves fighting around us. Then I heard the thudding sound of heavy footsteps approaching me. In a daze, I saw Zander, roaring furiously.

Not when we fucked her like that. Not when we coated her insides with enough come to drown this city. Fangs out, River showing off her creamy neck for Connor, Connor goes in for a bite. Except we never thought that one bite, her sight of blood, her eyes dilating would cause a chain reaction to me and Shane. As soon as Connor’s fangs collide with River’s neck, sanity flows over mine and Shane’s head. Possession? Obsession? Something having gone wrong? We bite her at the same damn time.

“They raided one of our villages years ago. Killed everyone. Children. Elders. All because they wanted control of the river line. You think hatred grows out of nothing?” She looked down, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry for them, Goldie,” I said sharply. “You weren’t there.” “No,” she whispered. “But I’ve seen the same thing. I’ve lived it.” Her words made me pause. There was something in her tone... raw, broken. Before I could ask what she meant, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Marlo again. “Alpha,” he said, stepping in. “The scout we sent ahead returned. The Silverfang was identified. The name is Damon.”