Lil Fangs Novels & Stories

Faelon eyed me and nodded his head. "Hello princess, you are expecting a child, congratulations," he mumbled sourly as he gazed at my abdomen. "Thanks," I muttered briskly and took Noah's hand. We appeared in the center of a city built underneath the earth and I would have liked to explore it but getting my mate was my priority. Standing in the central square there was a wooden platform where the closed iron maiden stood. Blood was running out the bottom of it and onto the platform, dripping into a puddle underneath. I held back my tears as I rushed up to it. Screams started from the residents seeing a Lycan in their midst. I called out for Noah seeing the paddle lock on the door as Faelon f

Letting me go he leans into the back row of the SUV to help get Anarchy and Aiden out of their car seats. "This place is incredible." Liliana walks over to my side, reaching out she grabs my hand lacing her fingers with mine. "It is, I can't believe this is the first time I’ve come here, and this place is mine," I confess, my stomach churning as anxiety builds. I know some of my people don't like lycans and most of them are afraid of hybrids thanks to stories of how dangerous they are.

I came him three shots in a row. Since he didn't mention faizzal's name, it only means one thing. He has numerous shadow workers working in his name. And out of his workers and spies, one is breathing under my roof. I continued stabbing deep into orlan's hand ignoring his loud groans. I pulled out the blade from his arm and pointed it directly to his eyes. "I can't allow you go to hell in an intact state." And with that I plunged the knife into his right eyes. His howl and groan filled the whole room. I twisted it deeper into his eyes till I successfully plucked it out before moving to the second eyes.

Favour said in a loud voice. “Excuse me?” Lilian looked at her with a frown on her face. “I have never seen you on any of these occasions before and you don’t look familiar to anyone at all.” Favour shrugged and then added with an evil smile on her face. “Maybe you are just a poor mistress getting your invitation card from some kind of hideous old man. It's reasonable enough.” Favour said meaningfully with malicious speculation, not mincing her words. Lilian's anger ignited, but instead of fury, a low, throaty laugh escaped her lips.

I swear my voice did not just squeak. "I will take care of you later, young lady." Cecily wagged her finger before turning back to The Moor. She placed her hands on her hips. "Prove it." I moved my foot around searching for the quicksand. I planned to dive in headfirst if it was there. "I do not turn into a bat, ma'am, but I can flash to another location if that will ease your mind." Cecily shook her head. "No, I want to see fangs."

He inhales deeply, a sound that's more animal than man, and when he pulls back, his eyes are no longer human. They're glowing. Bright—Molten—Feral. "Mine." The word is a command and absolute claim I don't understand. None of us understood. We're just humans—we're nothing to them. We're purchased. Used and Then Discarded. We're not mates. But then his fangs sink into Lily's neck, and her scream shatters the silence. I clap my hands over my mouth, choking back my own cry. Around me, girls are sobbing, some turning away, others frozen in horror.

“Lilian-!” The man clamped his hand over my mouth and pressed a cloth over my nose. A strong, sickly sweet scent flooded my senses. “Take her as far away from Blackfangs territory as possible,” Lilian's voice became distant, as darkness slowly crept in, and my world faded into nothingness.

Suddenly, he moved. In a blur of motion, he was on me, pinning me to the bed with his weight, his face inches from mine and his fangs slightly caressing my collar bone. His eyes, glowing red with a feral intensity, stared down at me, and I felt his presence receding leaving behind just the feral and unrestrained lycan and I could feel his hunger, his desire, and it terrified me. I gasped, my breath hitching as his scent flooded my senses, igniting something primal inside me. Something in me howled with need, but my fear—

It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on

he sneered, his words laced with a hint of dominance. My face twisted with hate and anger. I had no desire to be tamed; all I craved was his flesh. But it was clear he possessed superior strength and cunning. "Hahaha," I mocked, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Haaaaa!" I shifted, assuming a more aggressive form, my fangs bared, claws at the ready, and eyes blazing with fury. I lunged at him, aiming to strike, but he effortlessly blocked my attack with a hidden hand, countering with a powerful blow from his right hand.