Lady Fang Novels & Stories

"Dr. Mike Ferdinez is banned from Umbra territory, effective immediately. If he sets foot here again, it's an act of war. We will respond accordingly." Wolf howling for blood. Kill him. Rip throat out. Make him pay. I let the rage flow through me, feeding it, nurturing it. Eve wasn't lying about any of it. She had been telling the truth from the beginning, while I accused her and threatened her and made her life a living hell. Which meant she was really not Circe. Which meant the mate bond was real. Which meant I had already lost the war against my own heart. I stared out the window toward the medical wing, toward her quarters, calculating the distance, the time, the risk.

Something felt wrong. I turned toward the drink table then the scent hit me. It was sweet and addictive. My wolf growled “Mate.” Realizing it, my entire body froze. The glass slipped slightly in my hand as my wolf slammed against my ribs. No way. I slowly turned and saw Serena standing only a few feet away, laughing with her friends. The mate bond burned through me so hard my knees almost weakened. My mate! Aiden Cross’s girlfriend was my fucking mate! My breathing became uneven then Serena noticed my staring and her smile faded instantly.

“No, I don’t. Enlighten me, wolf. What exactly do you think I did?” Ronan took a slow breath, his hand resuming its gentle tracing along Elias’s waist, like touching him helped keep the anger at bay. “Five years ago, in Silver Hollow village. My mate was traveling through there with a small escort. They were passing through on the way back from one of the outer packs. Your people attacked the village without warning. Killed my mate and most of the villagers. I saw the reports. Fang marks. Vampire signatures all over it. I always believed you ordered it.”

The scent of honeysuckle tickled my nostrils. "What are you implying, wolf," I demanded loudly, causing Faelon to eye me strangely. "Nothing dear but you made that angel's heart begin to beat," she growled teasingly and I looked over at Faelon and shook my head. "Are you an angel?" I asked him bluntly. Faelon shook his head and growled, "I'm a mixed breed." "Welcome to the club," I muttered and showed him my shifted Lycan hand. "Impressive," he grunted and tilted his head once again like he was listening to someone speaking.

Enraged, she picked up a shard and slashed it across the mark on my face. A searing pain spread from my cheek. My skin swelled, thin streaks of blood seeping out. Then, a powerful bloodlust surged within me—I wanted to sink my teeth into her arm and drink. She shrieked and recoiled. Lily sneered, “What? Trying to pretend you’re a vampire to scare me?” Someone nearby sighed, “We told her not to offend the Norefax family, but she acted so arrogantly. Now she knows she messed with the wrong people.”

(Pulling out a small list with a lot of clearly angry writing on it but a grocery list nonetheless and enters the vegetable stand, wandering around as she takes her time looking around. Hevenly: (With what appears to be a long silk Victorian-styled dress, midnight black high heels, pitch black gemstone bracelets that would make the eyes of any maiden wander, and a black diamond tiara that extended to her low shoulders as it was tied into her hair in a neat bun. She approaches the market as the men in the distance all take notice of her presence, a few of the women whisper within the ears of their now-captivated men.) Hellloooo all. I am "Lady Ly" of Earth's Majekador race. It's a pleasure to

He would be the most useful for my plan. I chuckled, settling on one of the empty seats in the room. I placed my leg over the other and elbowed the arms of the chair. “Well, there’s a wench beside him, and she calls herself his mate. She’s a Silverfang—an enemy pack. And Dan is ready to make her his Luna,” I revealed to them, noticing how their expressions morphed at every revelation.

I wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

The battle raged on, the line between friend and foe blurred in the haze of combat. Beside me, Lucas, a hulking brute with brawn and agility, unleashed a powerful flurry of strikes, his massive form a whirlwind of fury. His towering presence struck fear into the hearts of our enemies, their blows bouncing off his formidable frame. Lena, a lithe and nimble warrior, darted through the chaos, her blades dancing with deadly precision. She expertly deflected enemy attacks, her movements a mesmerizing blend of elegance and lethal grace. Her agility was unmatched, and she swiftly neutralized any threat that dared cross her path.

“Darling, the name is Ferlin Alistair, the madame of this castle, my son is a close friend of dear Nicholas. It is nice to finally meet the rumored soon-to-be Queen Luna of Auria.” She held Zane’s small hands carefully in between hers and Zane could sense that she was genuinely happy to see her. “Hi Madame Ferlin, Zane Fangs,” “You look rather familiar my dear, perhaps I know who your parents are? Fangs? The Sailin forest’s pack of Auria had an alpha who goes by the name Lester Fangs, are you related to him in some way?” Zane commends how easily the woman could tell from which family she was, however, she was somehow sad to admit that she was wrong. She is indeed from there, but she is not o