Killing Bites Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I bite my tongue so hard I taste iron. The handle doesn’t turn. Footsteps move on. Kieran exhales a laugh that’s half-hysterical. He grins at me with a wild, wrecked expression. He drops his mouth to my throat, biting down almost hard enough to mark me, and his hand starts moving again. “Cum for me, Alexei,” he demands, his voice a growl against my skin. “Right now. Show me you’re mine.” That’s all it takes. The order, the bite, the sheer, insane audacity of him. My restraint shatters. He doesn’t give me a chance to recover. His hand is a blur, fast and punishing, forcing me up, up, up.

My blood ran cold. “Suck me off or I’ll kill you right here and make it look like an accident,” he said and I licked my lips. Different thoughts are running through my mind at once. I drew in a deep breath. If killing me would end this, it was way better then. I opened my mouth and he gave a hum of approval. The moment his tip was between my teeth, I bit down on it —hard. A cry rang out, and at the same time, a gunshot did.

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c

She bit Kiba’s attempt to a halt— that is, she bit his face as he tried to bite her. She bit his snout (nose and upper jaw area), and with that reversal of roles, I watched Kora angrily slam Kiba to the ground, while still jamming his snout in her fangs. She was biting him too tightly. Just then, I heard a snarl come deep from within Kora’s chest and then I saw her crush Kiba’s snout... She bit against his bone and crushed it with her teeth so that Kiba bled at once. His face crumbled to a mess nos and that was when Kora let go of him.

Forever. My canines sank into her shoulder, tearing through the flawless skin. Screaming my name, bucking against my hips, milking my cock with her orgasm. Her blood filled my mouth, the metallic tasted like nectar on my tongue. My venom spread from the bite into her veins. She was mine. All mine. ***

My eyes widened, cause there it was, the mark, a bite on her neck, my grip loosened slightly, not because I wanted it to, but because my mind stalled. “I was bitten,” she said, tapping the mark with her finger. “By him.” My jaw clenched. “And if you want to get him,” she went on smoothly, “if you ever want to lay your hands on him… you need me.” She leaned closer despite my grip. “I’m connected to him now,” she whispered. “Because of that bite.” She straightened as much as she could and met my gaze boldly. “Go ahead,” she said. “Kill me.”

She melted at my kiss like she always did. “Ew!” Killian said from over my shoulder. “Kissing Mommy gross.” “Really?” I asked. “I love Mommy’s kisses. Almost as much as I love Mommy.” Penelope has a new romantasy series coming out under the pen name Penelope Barsetti. I was fifteen when the Death King came for us.

he hisses in my ear. We rush back through the barrier to our side, running to hide in the trees to wait and see if someone shows up. “Did you have to kill her like that?” Kane whisper-screams at Zael. “She bit you!” “She was starving,” my mate shoots back. He’s furious, but more at himself than the vampire. “I was careless. I should have known.” “No,” Zael says. “She wasn't starving. She was rabid. She had no control over her instincts.”

"Do it again." Something dark unfurls in my chest. He wants this. Wants me to ruin him. I grab his jaw, force his mouth open and spit right on his tongue. He gulps without flinching. "Fuck." I drag him up, slam him against the wall. "You're going to be the death of me." "Good." He bites my lip hard, drawing blood. "At least I'll go down knowing I killed the Mad-Bishop with my mouth." I kiss him, brutal and claiming, tasting copper and garlic and him.

I hiss inwardly, beginning to move, climbing higher and higher until I’m at the nue’s neck, and when I’m in place, I bite down. Another wail of agony escapes it as it begins to buck in an attempt to remove me, but I continue to hold on, biting down harder until I taste blood, and that’s when it begins to radiate light in an attempt to self-combust before I get a chance to kill it. ‘Anna, lend me your strength!’ I roar, continuing to bite down as hard as I can. ‘We can’t let this fucking thing live!’ ‘On it!’ She responds, sending waves of power through me while the nue glows brighter and brighter. ‘FINISH IT!’