Lil Fangs Novels & Stories

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

LUCIAN “We are no longer going to stay here and wait for him and his warriors. We match to Shadowfang,” I had declared, the finality of the words settling the immediate storm but opening the door to a terrifying new one. My gaze, sharp and resolute, immediately snapped back to Lilith, who stood still, her expression a fragile mosaic of fear and exhausted honesty. She was an unexploded device in our midst, a necessary tool until this hour, but now she was a liability who knew too much and posed too great a risk to our immediate plans.

Fang commented with a sigh. Fake fake fake. It was all fake. I could see in his eyes he knew where they were. I wanted to rip out his vocal chords. Then I would see how he could utter another word. Before I could lunge for Fang and rip out his larynx, Ben held me back and Fang let out a loud, evil chuckle as I fumed.

he hissed his tone devilishly dark. I held my breath as he looked over the pool in my direction, clenching his jaw in clear frustration and irritation. It seemed even looking at her made his eyes burn. His anger radiated off him in streaks and at that moment even I felt a little scared, my hands shaking as they held up the camera. I had never thought I would see any one this angry. Lucy stared at him for a minute, her voice coming out a shaky calm, “Justin," she called softly, “look at me.”

Her vision became blurry before it became clear again. "What's in this?" Maris asked, holding her head and squinting her eyes. "Water," whispered Linda before getting to her feet. "Water doesn't lather like this?" Maris took her gaze higher, but was seeing double. There were two Lindas. "Who are you?" "Dracula's assistant." Linda's fangs shot out and she hissed like the silver tongued snake she was. "What?" Maris could barely stand on her legs as they wobbled, feeling like they was jelly. "But I saw you walk under sun."

She tore through the bloody meat and I felt my stomach churn. Then she smiled, “I miss the taste of fresh blood." That's when I saw it. The fangs. She was a vampire.

“I’m not lying! Please, just listen—” Her hand flew before I could finish. The slap was so hard that my head jerked to the side. For a second, I saw nothing but white. My cheek burned as the taste of blood filled my mouth, and the sting spread through my skull. I blinked back tears as my breath came in short, sharp gasps. Celina stared at me, her chest rising and falling fast. And then, right before my eyes, her hands began to change. Her fingers twisted, and fur sprouted—white fur. Her nails lengthened into sharp claws.

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

It was a machine made of flesh. The fight devolved into a brutal, close-quarters melee. The Fangs were trained killers, but they were trained to fight men who bled, men who feared death. They were hesitant to use lethal force on what were clearly civilians, a hesitation the puppets exploited with mindless, relentless aggression.