Osmumten's Fang Novels & Stories

"How do you . . . we . . . do the fang thing?" "Ah, that. Well, it'll happen automatically if you get really angry or really thirsty, but it's also something that you can will. Like concentrating on scrunching your eyebrow or clenching your jaw." She watched as Shamira started to flex the muscles of her face, wishing she could watch muscles all over her body flex. Well, one thing at a time. Finally, she saw that the other woman had succeeded when she grasped her mouth. "Ouf! I bith mah lib!"

She thrust out her hand, and for a second, it just sat there, in midair as we all stared at it. “Just Fang.” Finally, he took her hand, giving her the smile that was his namesake. One incisor was missing from his white smile, a stray fist to the face when he was prospecting many years ago and the other was capped with gold. “Well, I see what Havoc means about your mouth. You sound like honey girl.” I shook my head. For fuck sake, the old man was putting it on thick. “It’s nice to meet you, Fang.” “I hear you have got yourself into some trouble and need a little help whilst you are in town?”

"Break his limbs into pieces and hand his fur over to my claws so I can finish him off myself! I will make his soul wish he were dead!" Rocco, a super scary warrior with a thick beard and giant fangs, glares dead at my face. "You have some massive nerve touching young Mr. Blackfang, stray. Get down on your knees this instant and beg our pack for forgiveness. That way, maybe Mr. Blackfang might let your friends keep your corpse in one single piece."

I ask, raising my eyebrow at him, but he only blinks and shakes his head again. “No, Lily, that woman is an actual fox, not a werewolf. Can’t you see her tails? There must be a reason there’s a bind on her tongue, and it cannot be a good thing, especially if her father had it done to her.” I look at Fenriz and his wife again, but this time, my eyes switch to silver and my heart races when I see what Konstantin means. Umiko had seven tails, and the spirit surrounding her seems to have its claws embedded deep in Fenriz’s lower back.

I froze momentarily. "Galen?" I muttered. The male looked identical. "I am Delrox," he said sternly and lifted Callie to sink his teeth into her furry neck. She yelped as her red blood clashed against the white of her fur. I jumped up wrapping my arm around his head to pry him off of her. Delrox shoved Callie to the dirt after taking a chunk out of her flesh. He yanked me from around himself and pushed me to the ground. I landed on my feet before him and growled threateningly.

Currently, Hanson was not yet one, so would he not be quashed when he met Zayn later? In spite of it, Xander sneered, “So what if he’s got Ossiumol-100? It’s true that Ossiumol-100 is better than Ossiumol-1, but it also means that acquired fighters who consume Ossiumol-100 will be in greater affliction! If Larson actually dares ingest Ossiumol-100, the pain he’ll be in will be triple what you’ve been through. Do you think he can grin and bear it? He’ll die if he fails to!”

The flame in her lantern flickered violently before dying, plunging her into complete darkness. Her heart stilled. Someone was here. “M–My Lady?” she called weakly, turning in a full circle. “If this is a prank, please stop…” A low, guttural growl answered her from the shadows. It wasn't an animal. It was human, yet feral. The voice that followed sent ice crawling down her spine. “I thought you’d be harder to catch, little witch’s pet.” Maren’s breath hitched. A dark silhouette emerged from behind the trees, tall and draped in black. His aura radiated power, ancient, hungry, and wrong.

Alex smiled, his faint fangs catching the light. Always.

And, Alpha Blood Fang, Theo spun his axe around and rested the handle on his shoulder, his lips quirking up. “Silver Moon, submit to us or die!”

And, she hated it. “Here, princess.” someone seethed at her. Her vampiric sight, formed a red at the person who had spoken. It was Fang, her sister’s crush handing her some boxing gloves. She took it with a glance at how smooth and soft his silver hair looked, complimenting the little mole in his moustache region. “Thanks, for the um, gloves.” “No deal, anything for the princess.” He winked at her, answering. His upper body was bare, apart from the dragon tattoos that artistically that spread across. His lower belly combined some muscles and abs she never noticed. Her eyes widened at his toned body which seemed to be speaking to her.