Nothing But Blackened Teeth Novels & Stories

“I don’t like this place. We should tell someone about—” I fell silent. The girl behind me was no longer smiling. In fact, she was no longer a girl. Her eyes, which minutes ago had been warm brown, were now two bottomless black pits. No iris, no white—just absolute darkness. Her skin had taken on an ashen tone, like aged paper, and her smile had stretched beyond what was humanly possible, revealing a row of teeth that were not teeth. They were needles. Dozens of black, sharp needles packed tightly together inside a mouth that opened too wide.

I gasped sharply and stumbled backward. The eye was completely hollow … a black, empty void where the pupil and iris should have been. No white, just darkness. Black veins spidered rapidly outward from the eye, crawling across his face like living ink. The skin around his mouth was already turning gray, then black, rotting and peeling away in wet chunks. The smell of rotting flesh hit us . Blade stepped in front of me instantly, shielding my body with his own. “What the hell is that?” he demanded, voice sharp with fury and alarm.

My mind whirls, torn between the need to know and the fear of what I might find. I take a deep breath and slowly lift the lid. Inside, nestled on black velvet, are two sharp, canine teeth. They glint under the dim light, mocking me with their stark, unsettling beauty. I freeze, my pulse pounding so loudly it drowns out every thought. Why does he have these? And whose teeth are they?

Black. He had black eyes. Those previously dark brown eyes of his had turned completely black. There was no sclera around them. No iris. Just...black. Completely black. Devoid of any light. Any soul. And his mouth...it wasn't normal anymore. His lips weren't looking that appealing anymore. Because there were sharp, jagged teeth protruding from in between them. Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen.

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

I say unwavering “...I know you are scared, hurt and angry at the same time Hermione. But please do not give up on this chance of happiness. Please...” Ezli cries “I wish not to talk about this again.” I say shutting Ezli out. Dris nods, pointing to me “She'll do?” I hear him faintly whisper to Blacktooth “Of course, certainly. She'll do just fine.” Blacktooth smirks I'll do just what? “Alright, let's go in.” Blacktooth says, approaching me. I take in his facial features under the dim yellow light outside the building, and I just cannot help but wonder if he is called Blacktooth because of the black teeth at the lower-case region of his mouth.

His teeth were a dark shade of yellow, with one of the front teeth broken at the tip and some of his teeth gone. She could feel the goose pimples emerging out from her skin. It was not just about looks. It was the sudden change that unnerved her. Nothing showed that this was the handsome young man she fell for years back. The John she knew was stunning with a flashy set of teeth. His lips were a perfect shade of peach. How it turned so hideously black was just unfathomable. He was well-groomed back in those days. He took hygiene seriously back then but had that been all a façade?

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

a booming voice suddenly shouted from the lower tiers. My breath hitched. Slowly, forcing my gaze up from the wooden floorboards, I made direct eye contact with the man whose paddle was proudly raised. A violent shiver of utter disgust crawled up my spine. He stared right back at me, a thick coat of sweat coating his protruding belly, his hairline receding into a sweaty dome, and his mouth parting to reveal a row of crooked, yellowed teeth that twisted into a revolting, predatory smirk. The stark, terrifying reality of what our lives were about to become crashed down on me. Tears finally spilled over my lashes, hot and unbidden, as I stared at the horrifying prospect of being handed over to

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.