Nothing But Blackened Teeth Summary Novels & Stories

Chris murmured. Thea’s eyes opened, releasing a plume of the black smoke. Her face contorted, and she screamed, the black smoke streaming from her mouth. She turned to her hands and knees, retching and coughing up her insides. “Oh my goddess,” Cassandra said. “Is that part of her lung?” “What is that black stuff?” Alaric said. Underneath Thea’s skin, the deep black ink was expanding, filling her body. The black smoke began moving back toward her, disappearing back into her body.

Thankfully, Nox is still pulling through strong. "I could have sworn he was going to live. His fever went down and the black ink stopped flowing and his eyes looked clear, I didn't know he would try..." A hiccup escapes my throat. "...to scratch out his throat with his claws." I left him for a few seconds to get the next shot for him just to see him sprawled on the floor with his neck gaping open. "I shouldn't have left him." The black plaque is doomed to take lives one way or the other. If the black ink doesn't kill, the monsters up in the victims' heads will.

Slowly. And there it is. A black wolf. Larger than the others. Darker. Its fur matted, its posture erratic, its eyes— unhinged. Not just hunger. Not instinct. Madness. Its lips curl back, revealing elongated, glistening teeth as a low, guttural sound builds in its chest. For a moment— everything stills. The noise. The chaos. Even the wind. It looks at me like prey. Like something already claimed. And yet—

The fabric fell away to reveal a pale, scarred face with entirely black eyes that had no whites in them… just endless, bottomless darkness that seemed to swallow the light around them. The scars crisscrossed his features like a roadmap of violence, each one telling a story of pain inflicted or received. When he smiled, his teeth were too sharp, too white, like a predator's. "Here, little spark, I'll be able to kill you without any interference whatsoever. No prince. No guards. No salvation. Just you, me, and your beautiful spirit marrow."

A sensation of coolness on a flayed back. I shook my head, growling, shaking the mane of black fur. The memory hurt. It was a thorn in my paw. The chemical fire in my blood burned it away. There was no past. Only the kill. I lowered my head, baring my fangs. I blocked out the light. I could snap her in half with one bite. I could crush her skull between my jaws like a grape. "Barzil," the Nothing whispered. The sound vibrated in my ears. It annoyed me. It sounded like a chain.

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

His other hand reached for Jade, squeezing her breast hard through her thin top. “Strip,” he ordered, breaking the kiss. Both girls obeyed fast. Clothes hit the floor. Nova’s big tits bounced free, nipples already hard. Jade’s smaller perky breasts looked perfect, her pussy shaved smooth. Professor Blackthorn opened his belt and dropped his pants. His thick cock sprang out, long and heavy, veins bulging. “On your knees. Both of you.” They dropped together in front of him. Nova took his cock first, wrapping her lips around the fat head and sucking hard. She bobbed fast, taking him deeper each time while saliva ran down her chin. Jade licked and sucked his balls, moaning softly.

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

Ren muttered under his breath. Black. Black…and yet another Black patient. I closed my eyes for a moment and will this to just be a dream. When I reopened my eyes, the same chaotic scene greeted me. The number of Black patients with no chance of survival increased exponentially. I didn’t even have time to hold their hand as they slowly passed away from their injuries. This is insane! When will this battle end. There is no way we can win this war; why are we even fighting.