Invisible Line Teeth Novels & Stories

"Because if he opens a single encrypted line that doesn't belong to our distribution charter, Dante will eat his synthetic jaw right off his face. Isn't that right, Alpha?" Dante didn't answer with words. He slowly peeled his massive upper lip back, revealing six inches of pristine, wet obsidian teeth that gleamed like broken mirrors under the floodlight. A thick, hot drop of saliva fell from his jaw, landing on Vance’s frozen boot with a soft hiss.

I say, still distracted. “Madelyn, I don’t care what my mark looks like. It’s okay if it looks strange. I love it, because it’s your mark. I don’t care if your teeth are crooked, as long as you’re not worried about how your teeth got so sharp,” he says, as I drag him to the water’s edge. “Look! Look at it,” I say, turning to him.

I said to my mate. Izan frowned some more but took Axel's other hand without hesitation, and when he looked straight ahead, he saw Clare and gasped. She, to my complete surprise, smiled and showed all her teeth as a Dantesque spectacle. Her teeth were fangs. All the teeth were sanded down and pointed, but that wasn't the most surprising thing; it was watching her eyes turn vacant, so pitch black that I was scared. “What are you trying to do?” questioned Izan, and she raised her eyebrows.

Skeptically, Dr Tyson asked. “Yes,” Chance sighed. “I still miss my upper right incisor because of the incident. Which is why I avoid drinking way too much. I don’t wanna give people the wrong idea.” “Upper right incisor.”? Dr. Tyson pressed. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like Chance was missing any teeth. “Yeah, I lost them in high school. That one's fake.” Chance shrugged. “Wait… really?” Dr. Tyson seemed amused. “Why haven’t I heard of it before”?

Puрру hаd thе same lоng еуеlаѕhеѕ as Rоѕе. "Oреn уоur mоuth I wаnt to ѕее уоur teeth." I оrdеrеd, rеmоvіng mу Surefire ED2 flаѕhlіght from my росkеt. I ѕtuсk mу fіngеrѕ іn Puрру'ѕ mouth, рullіng hеr lірѕ bасk. Puрру hаd gооd tееth аnd hеаlthу gumѕ, еxсеllеnt.

Helium grabbed my shoulder stopping me before I opened it. "I did not take you for that." Helium smiled, fangs showing. The fangs were where the lateral incisors would be. They were an inch or two longer than normal teeth, but very sharp. What did he mean by 'that'? What is behind the door? I did not want Helium to know I had no clue.

Before I set my lips first on him, twirling my tongue, riding it over, licking off his pre-cum. “Good! No pressure.” I continued, teasing him first before pulling deeper. “Make sure to keep your teeth off. Use your lips.” I brought my lips ahead of my teeth. Glad I have round, full lips, they came forward pushing my teeth back. I rode him to and fro, in short strides, long intermediate. To every set of short rows, I'll add a long that spanned from his balls to his shafts. “Urgh… yeahhh… yeahhh.”

My gums started to tingle and hurt. “Mark me back… if the book was right, you could mark me now.” John whispered, licking my mark before offering me his neck. That must be why my mouth feels weird. I ran my tongue across my teeth, eyes opening wide as I felt them. I had elongated canines. I leaned forward, licking his neck, and then as he thrust hard into me, I bit down, letting my teeth sink into his flesh.

It was as if I had acquired a piece of the night sky itself, crystallized into this exquisite form. But the transformation didn't stop there. I could feel something happening within my mouth, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. As I ran my tongue over my teeth, I could sense the emergence of something sharp and potent. My canines were growing into fangs, and they were unlike anything I had ever seen. These fangs were a pristine, gleaming white, like polished ivory. They were not overly long but sharp and finely pointed. The way they curved inward gave them a subtle elegance, almost reminiscent of a carnivorous predator's teeth, designed for precision and power.