Lady Fang Novels & Stories

You cannot hold it, little flame… I opened my eyes and spoke, voice raw but unbroken. “My blood is mine. My power is mine. I answer to the Moon, not you.” The smoke jerked. The thread twisted on itself like a snake biting its tail. Freya hissed, the sound scraping the inside of my skull. You are mine by birthright. “Not yours.” My voice rose, steadier. “I am Obsidian Fang. I am Luna of Black Ash. You will not feed on me.”

The air smelled of graphite, lavender candle wax, and the faint ozone tang her shadows always left behind. She didn’t turn on the main lights. Just stood there for a moment—back against the door, hoodie sleeves pushed up, black leggings and oversized shirt rumpled from the day. Her wristband glinted in the low light—black leather, crimson/silver/violet fangs embossed, matching the ones Nico, Elara, Ravenna, and Seraphina wore. She exhaled—slow, shaky—and pulled out her burner phone. The Fang feed was still screaming.

[In the Vampire Palace] Fang, the second-best warrior of the Vampire Clan was slowly dwindled inside his dreams. Unknown to him, fate was about to play a dangerous game with him. He walked forward, sighting the naked Princess standing in confidence as she smiled at him. She had unrobed herself, with the wind swaying her blonde hair. He gasped at the sights of her breasts, salivating at her taunt ass he wished he could cup. “Do you want me?”

Damon pov i know some people may think am just been evil but what can i say i derive pleasure in killing,but plus i have to feed in other to be strong and that is what draven has failed to understand. so i decided to pay a visit to a new friend the lady i left alive at the place she worked,i just sat at the bar waiting to see if she would recognize me, then she said "i know you", "do you? well thats unfortunate" i said " I don't know how but your face looks familiar from the last night i was attacked" , " are you sure lady think again" i said " i remember your the vampire that bit me!" she said with full assurance that was when i knew draven action didn't work at all.

she interrupted. She was an impressive woman. Her curves should be considered a sin. Her blonde hair shone like the sun itself, with long lashes framing sky blue eyes. Her red dress fit her like a second skin. Beside him, I felt more like a little flea, in my worn dark pants and band T-shirt. Were vampires endowed with extreme beauty? Because that's what it seemed. "Marilyn," I called. “Take the children to the garden.” “Yes, Miss.” "I wasn't going to do anything to them." She frowned. “Do I look like the kind of girl who attacks kids?”

"They're not the ones that pissed you off." "No but Vivienne sure has been itching under my skin. She reminds me so much of you..." Oh... Wow... Fang has been naked this whole time. My eyes landed on Lamia's hands as she touched his lower stomach with her long sharp nails. She scraped down to the lower chest cabinet. I watched as she pushed her nails forward.

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires. "That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”

She wouldn't get out of there, less than roasted, so, they took her, the first to enter was Lady Lamia, who started the conversation, sucked her, with her forked tongue, she entered first, opening her legs. The Lamia was eating her with her long, big tongue, pushing and making her come, with force, in the middle of taking her out, turning her around and placing her on her lap, with her facing everyone, lowering her with everything, with her two penises thrusting at the same time, one behind the other in front, penetrating her with force and speed. - My little bitch, I'm going to take that tight ass and that hot, wet vagina. - She said.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.