Osmumten's Fang の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Yeah, almost everyone here is.” “That is so cool! Do you have fangs?! Can I see them? Do you ha-” He smiled. “You’re cute.” I blushed, immediately stopping my rambling. That's when I realized that the men sitting beside me were staring at me weirdly. “Sor-” Before I could get another word out, chaos knocked on the door. A group of about ten to fifteen men burst through the doors. They drew everyone’s attention. Their eyes were glowing red. Their fangs were on show. Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display.

He never gave attention to anyone but he always teased me with his infuriating smirk. I gritted my teeth and said “Get out.” Instead of leaving, he stepped closer and my wolf immediately reacted. He was angry and alert. Aiden stopped directly in front of me. He was too close. He murmured and his eyes slid over my face slowly “You know, you look prettier when you are angry.” Hearing it, anger appeared on my face and before I stopped myself, I punched him. His head snapped sideways and blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

What then becomes the fate of the SilverFang pack if a hundred of such men invaded for "the greater good" We would be cleared out as the wind blowing through chaff. Oscar might stand his ground. He was an unwavering man, relentless and not easily broken. But what about Frost? His was another fear that I hadn't still tamed. It all came rushing back to me—how he gripped the table so tightly. He was fuming heavily in the room. His eyes were fixed on Kael—as dark as evil itself. It was as though he was going to pick up the knife and run the other through.

Zhang Fan's fighting method had reached the level of returning to simplicity. He activated the Supreme Kung Fu Devoted by Ten Emperors to the extreme. His body was full of blood and vigor like a vast ocean, and within a hundred meters of his body, there was a crimson mist like boiling lava. His surging vitality was comparable to that of a Divine Dragon and a horrible beast. Behind him, there were ten huge totem shadows completely manifested except for the faces. Each totem shadow was like an ancient emperor, noble and high above. The lightning in their eyes was like judgment against everything in the world, carrying the vicissitudes of immortality.

XANDER'S P.O.V. As the cool morning air filled my nostrils and lungs, I let out a triumphant howl and reveled in the independence and relief that only being in my lupine form afforded me. The cool air whipped against my fur, invigorating my senses and reminding me of my wild origins. My heightened senses caught every rustle of leaves, every distant melody of the singing birds, and the fragrance of the forest that permeated my nostrils. The morning’s sun slipped through the branches of the trees, and cast its bright rays on my sleek black fur; this illuminated my fur, causing it to glow and shine as I made my way through the grounds.

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.

We were close to winning, and I could taste victory. Just when it seemed like the tide was turning in our favor, the Crimson Fang's leader, a tall malevolent figure with eyes that burned as steel, stepped forward. "You fools," he sneered. "You think you can defeat us? We have the power of the other realms on our side." I smiled with determination burning within me. "We'll see about that." He laughed. “ You all will end up being our food” He scorned and turned to his men. “ Kill them all! Destroy them all!”

Never quite this personal. Ronan landed a solid hit with his fist to Elias’s jaw, feeling the satisfying crack of bone. Elias laughed, actually laughed, blood on his teeth, and drove his elbow into Ronan’s ribs hard enough to crack armor. They grappled, tumbled down the small hill, weapons lost somewhere in the mud. Claws and fangs came out. Ronan’s wolf surged under his skin, desperate to rip this thing apart. Elias’s eyes burned brighter, veins standing out black under pale skin as he tried to sink fangs into Ronan’s throat.

"No, I want to see fangs." "She's the bat," muttered Ivan. "I heard that. Don't think you're out of trouble, you mange-covered dog." She didn't even look at Ivan when she said it. She waited for fangs and that's just what she got. The Southeast clan vampire bared his sharp retractable teeth until she was satisfied. Ivan backed away from me and Rondy slipped his hand into mine. I squeezed and Ivan growled. Rondy dropped my hand and I glared at Ivan. My world had gone nuts.