Osmumten's Fang の小説・ストーリー

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.

Nova moans and her body softens even more, leaning into mine. Fang can’t hold back his smirk this time. Gazing into her eyes, Fang cups the back of her head before turning her around and pushing her into the door. He boxes her body in against the door so that she can’t get away. His hand tangles in her hair as he captures her mouth again. Every inch of our bodies are pressed against each other as Fang slowly, methodically tastes every part of her mouth. Our one hand stays in her mouth, but the other moves down her side and cups her ass, pressing her even hard into our erection.

She was his mate and he would do whatever it took to get her. Rydstorm thought about shaving to seem more appealing to her, or maybe smiling more. His mean look was what made him so unapproachable. Just then, the doors were pushed in roughly and in walked Rydstorm's second in command and best friend, Fang. Standing tall and mighty, walking with nothing but confidence. "What's this I hear about going to that place?" Fang asked, taking off this bronze helmet and armour to reveal his dark skin and chiselled abs. He tested the water by dipping a tone leg in it, then proceed to sink his entire brawny body in the warm water.

Her hands released his ass. She moved from between his spread thighs to crawl up next to his body and leaned down to study his features. He watched her and she couldn’t miss the look of rage. His lips parted to reveal sharp fangs. He snarled at her, a little louder than the mild growl he’d given her before. His body didn’t move though.

Right now, it was sitting on top of a messy pile of tax receipts, being used as nothing more than a paperweight to keep the drafts from blowing the documents away. A cold, wicked grin spread across my lips. I picked up the fang. Its surface was jagged, cold, and slightly discoloured near the root. I set it down under the direct light of the desk lamp, took out my terminal, and snapped a grainy, unedited photo. I opened the Moonbook app, uploaded the picture, and typed a single caption. Found this old bone on my desk. Someone told me it’s a fang from some unknown wild beast. No idea if it’s real or just rubbish. Anyone know what this junk is worth, anyway?

Turns out the prick had been beating them all, his mum, sister and him. I grab us a beer from the refrigerator, handing him one, then I ask how Fen is doing. She is currently pregnant with their first pup. She is polar opposite to Trent, little and quiet, born an Omega she is so submissive sometimes Trent gets annoyed. He once told me she thought he would reject her for having no rank. That really got to him; he's not the type to care for any of that. He loves his mate and is not afraid to show her or others, I feel slight envy at times but hopefully soon I will be the same. This thought has my wolf purring as I think of my little mate.

His fantastic record in murder cases had made him cut out for the task at hand, however. In this moment, Frank's body, which had been stabbed repeatedly on the jugular veins by his murderer, was instantly deposited in a cadaver pouch and stretchered out to the ambulance off the back of a comprehensive autopsy which confirmed him dead from psychological torture and a series of close-range stabs on his neck. Natasha’s nudity, however, was cladded as her ravaged body was laid on a stretcher. The poor lady had her eyes feebly open but was apparently devoid of energy to utter a word or stir at will. She was stretchered out of the hotel premises to the sight of the wild, ravenous press who stubbor

Her skin was red where I had held her, marks from my fingers, and something ugly twisted in my stomach at the sight. "Stop manhandling me!" "You disobeyed a direct order!" The words came out rough, barely human. My fangs were descending, responding to her proximity, to the bond screaming between us. "I saved a child's life!" We were yelling at each other, too close, close enough that I could see the gold flecks in her brown eyes, close enough to count the freckles on her nose. She was breathing hard, chest heaving, and my gaze dropped to her throat before I could stop it. To the pulse beating there, fast and frightened and alive.

Except for one thing. An obsidian fang. Sharp. Pristine. Gleaming with residual power. Jon's growl was low and guttural as he crouched to retrieve it, fingers brushing the small stone before he signaled the others. The fang pulsed once in his palm before going still, a sinister little echo of something ancient. Zarek was there within minutes, followed by Rune and Lioren. No words were needed as Jon handed the fang over. Zarek turned it in his hand, his expression grim.

His red face and squirming Adam's apple indicated that he had underestimated Samuel. The fishy smell from his throat forced Fang Zhan to suppress it. No one could do such harm to him except those top masters in the Tianqi Realm. But today, he had to add Samuel's name. "Are you going to show some mercy?" Samuel asked. Fang Zhan did not speak, because the fishy smell in his throat had not yet been suppressed. Once he spoke, his blood would spurt out. After two minutes, Fang Zhan's face relaxed a lot.