Lady Fang Novels & Stories

He didn't want his master killing the same people who had helped him. Lylah was silent, breath ragged. When Falcon saw her eyes, he panicked. Her eyes were glowing blue, fangs bared at the end of her lips. “Lylah?” Falcon's voice was distant to Lylah, not when another was ringing like a bell in her ear. The moon goddess had finally done something right for the first fuckin' time Because what was ringing in her head was something she had been waiting for a long time. *Mate*

Her posture was flawless and I didn't need a seer to tell that every movement had been practiced. She was beautiful, there was no need denying. Her dark hair fell over her face in bangs and she had the most beautiful freckles I had ever seen. She was chubby and looked delicate. Too delicate. Like a child made in love. A being made when the Divine was in a great mood. The dress she wore clung to her in a way that convinced me it was made for her. Elder Len cleared her throat. I turned to her. “Lucien, this is Lady Elena from White fangs, a neighbouring pack. She is the healers daughter and one of the carefully selected options for Luna.”

Swiping the lipstick on the floor. “What the hell!” Lady Sophie saw the pulverized eye shadow scattered on the floor and the lipstick that was written everywhere. “You rascal! What did you do? These are limited editions of F Cosmetics, which happens to be owned by your gold digger mom!” She grabbed Liam’s arms firmly and dragged him outside of her room. The kid cried out loud as Lady Sophie spanked his ass. “Sophie!” Master Rafael pulled Liam and slapped Lady Sophie on the cheek. “What is going on here?” Lyla heard Liam’s cry and hurried out.

A wave of cold fury swept over Leonardo as he gripped the phone tightly. "What? How? Who were they?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He could feel his control over his temper slipping, as his wolf strained against his bonds. Yet another failure was reported as the blood moon slowly crept up on them. "It appears these people didn't have an intention of hiding themselves because they left some traces. But even then, we couldn't find out important information about them," the voice explained. "They are called the Fangs; their members have a fang tattoo on the backs of their arms, and they wear black robes with fangs designed boldly on their backs. We haven't been able to find the origin

Odelia shoots a death stare at the other ladies who were gossiping. Odelia's POV- That wench...! How dare she humiliate me...!! And walk away...!? "Good afternoon lady Rubia…!" Said a girl who looked like she was in her first tea party. "Good afternoon." Said Sarah "Oh...! I am Margaret Augusta Maud Fedore." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Margaret... I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston." "It's a pleasure to meet you as well Lady Rubia." "Is this your first time attending a tea party...?"

He paused, his body tensing, as if he knew she was there without even seeing her. “Old man,” she said, her voice dripping with a seductive quality as her finger traced a path sexily along his back. “It’s been quite a while. What happened to your Ironfang’s today?” She let out a laugh, a truly diabolical sound that seemed to mock the very air. “It seems retribution has met you after all these years. Here I am in your front and you need my help.” The Elder of the Ironfang’s didn't reply. She continued with mockery in her voice. “Didn’t you ever think you’d need my help one day?Well…”

“You are not a real swordsman so don’t let the LARP get to your head. You might poke somebodies eyes out.” The other guy supported this argument by saying, “Arthur is right, Barabis. Although that sword is made of wood, it can still poke somebody’s eyes out if you are not careful.” Barabis smiled and remarked, “You guys are just jealous that your swords aren’t as cool as mine. Yours is the worst, Franklin.” He held his mighty weapon up for the heavens to adore. “This magnificent blade was hand forged by me in the pit of Obsidian Pandour.” “More like the bottom of your basement, bro.” Barabis’s friends laughed at his ridiculous display of valour, moreover, told him that he was the reason why

His impassive expression intensified my worry. I stood up in front while he wore his eyeglasses and started asking me questions.”Now, Lady Carrie. Can you tell me how Silverfang was founded?” I swallowed my saliva before starting to narrate the pack’s history. “In the year 1108, Prince Aldo de Gilgamesh, the heir to the Lycan throne, discovered his mate, Lyanna Caramelo. He saw her by the river, filling a jar with water. At that very moment, he knew she was the mate bestowed upon him by the moon goddess. That night, the Lycan prince marked her as his own and made a promise to return to Lycaon to marry her.”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

She raised her hand, and a ball of violet fire danced on her fingertips. "I was the First Fang before you were even born, Kaima," Lyla said. "The Beast doesn't stay with one girl. It hops from one broken soul to the next. And it’s time for me to take back what belongs to me." "Over my dead body," Rowan growled. Lyla’s eyes turned completely violet. "That can be arranged, Alpha. But I’m not here for him. I’m here for the truth."