Lady Fang Novels & Stories

Harshly unclasping the arms of the Lady Lycan and pushing her a step away from him, Owen said curtly, "Enough Casey! Who do you think you are that I should take your permission, huh?" The Lady Lycan clinging to Owen that Owen just pushed away was Casey. She was shorter than him and also younger than him by 2 years. Casey was a 25-year-old Lady Lycan with a dusky complexion. Her face was square-shaped that bore plump lips painted in black on top of which was a round nose with a black nose ring. Her full cheeks had a light tint of blush that made them appear rosy pink. Her small blue beaded eyes were heavily colossal. Her slender, dusky figure was draped into a black ruched one piece that casc

Hoping that he could also get this person's name. Frost stared at the man in silence. She thought for a moment before she replied, “Frost.” The man named Fang let out a grin, he even felt more interested knowing the fact that this person is a lady. A lady who has an aura of don't-mess-with-me. Her voice was cold and so was her entire being. "Would you like to join our mercenary?" Fang then asked, there is a bit anticipation in his voice. From the moment he saw her amazing skills, he decided to persuade her to join their mercenary team. Their group needs this kind of person. He acknowledged her skills.

Catori asked. She played with her hair before answering. "Because I am the unwanted mate." Catori froze at that. "You're Rydstorm's mate as well?" The female laughed. "No, gods no. Fang is my mate, but he doesn't recognise me as such. He hates me," "Fang? Oh, that guy?" As if he was waiting for his name to be called, Fang strode into the bathroom with two females on either sides of him and two more behind him. They all giggled, holding onto his arms or running their hands down his broad back.

A loud and ear-piercing laughter rang out as she took her head backward while laughing. She looked like Medusa as she laughed mockingly. "What are you??" west could only ask out of confusion. Her laugh seized as she walked towards West who felt fear gripped her liver. The lady was wearing a dark gown and her hair was resting on her waist, she had silver colored hair and Sharp ears that were pointy. She had emerald color eyes and a smooth beautiful face, a sweet smile danced on her lips as she walked towards West in slow steps. "I am The Greatest Prostitute...The beginning of all sins "

One luna came towards me, and I nodded with a smile. “Hi, Lyra Vexen from the Frost Fang Pack.” She extended her hand, and I accepted it with a smile. She was about 5’4 with a petite figure, pale white complexion, and deep blue eyes. She was really beautiful, and in her pale blue gown, she looked like a doll.

A poisonous voice in a cast of sweetness of its tone. Little by little, i saw the complete appearance of the lady. A tall slender body with amber hair, timeless beauty, electric blue eyes, wearing an elegant black dress partnered with red killer heels. Fuck! Red killer heels. Amber hair. Electric blue eyes... The trademarks from Lorcan's description says it all. Their lady boss is Lorcan's rapist. The mysterious nymphomaniac lady from Lorcan's past is the Domina. "Y-you..." My lips trembled as i tried to speak but nothing was next to come out from my mouth.

I frowned as I thought it was an overkill? I dropped the ink quilt and I frowned as I imagined the stress, plus the issue of getting caught... I had an idea to contact Queen Mirabella herself. She was the queen of Weasels; the Vampire kingdom, and was also the Source's Controller. We’d fought together in the past to destroy the Lumi and King Zeke's evil great grandfather who'd been terrorizing the Dark Realm. While I couldn't say she was my best friend, we were close enough for me to request such a favor.

Though it is. I believe I'm biting into a cherry just picked from the branch because I keep smelling sweet spring fruit in the air. My wolfsbane should have run out by now, and my rut should be done. However, the energy around the Rig may be deceiving me and bringing out my lycan traits when they should be latent until the next full moon. I'm having trouble falling asleep as it gets later because we have to leave early tomorrow. The sides of the rig are violently slapped by the roar of the water. In my head, desire is constantly shouting to be satisfied.

The woman is too intimidating, no lies. And to temper her, well you need a look like the Lycan king himself.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”