Lil Fangs Novels & Stories

"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."

I had seen it in her memories several times. So he not only asked her to stop studying, but he also forced his daughter to turn her back on her. I felt the fury envelop me, causing my fangs to grow a few inches. The images of a fifteen-year-old girl, alone, feeling that the world was coming upon her came to my mind. And one of those responsible was here, so close. Within reach of my fangs. I forced myself to calm down. I couldn’t just murder a human, not when Juliet would be mad if she found out.

I grunted and rolled in pain when I felt a heavy weight sit on my stomach, pinning my hands on the dirt. “This woman right here had the guts to fight us! Come on, let’s show them what we got.” the man who called me little girl before licked his lower lip as his eyes were now laced with lewdness and obscene thoughts circulating in it. I backed away and tried to kick him when one of his friends kicked my face, almost leaving me unconscious. Their laughter echoed in my ears as I felt their fingers snaking their way up to my thighs when a blistering animalistic growl vibrated throughout the region. Before I knew it, the man flew away.

Lia stopped suddenly and a growl escaped from her mouth as she heard Aidan's name. "Oh, so that asshole is around here? Great. Another throat to tear out tonight." She snarled. Momentary pain shot through her lower lip as her fangs came out, and she tasted blood. Her inner wolf cried out, mad with hunger for Aidan's blood. The guard who was pushing her stared in shock, his eyes widening. "David," he called to his fellow security guard "I think... I think this is one of—them."

Lilia roared loudly, her body filled with anger as she stared at both men before her. The great light from her eyes brightened the room as both men scanned around in fear as their lips began to tremble. Lilia's face began to transform, hairs began to grow rapidly on her face, her teeth elongated and they became pointy and so sharp that the tip twinkled to the touch of the light. Her ears began to grow longer in the form of a wolf and her fingers grew long and sharp.

Like a devil who had waited too long for revenge. Soon, Gogo and Henzel walked in. They didn’t speak. They didn’t bow. They were warriors. Strong ones. Both second class. But their skills were high. High enough to fight a first class warrior and stay standing. The Elder didn’t smile. He simply spoke. “Today, we strike back.” His voice was low. “We will wash away the shame of what was done to Topa. We will send a message that the Ironfangs are not to be mocked.”

“Calm down girl…” “Arrrgh!!” I tried going for it again, but this time I couldn't shake him off. He pulled me to himself, and before I could realize it, his lips were on mine, hot, trembling and the movement of his lips made me realize I had fangs now instead of teeth. I don't know what kind of crazy evolution was happening now, but all the thirst and mad hunger suddenly seems to have left me, while my lips and his are still pressed together.

“Thanks, Lila. Be careful, okay?” She gave me a faint, nervous smile before hurrying away. I stood there, staring after her, my thoughts a storm. A Silverfang in our pack and I was here and I knew that alone could start a war if handled wrong and if Rhys was as angry as Lila said, I could only imagine how bad this might get.

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