Osmumten's Fang の小説・ストーリー

"You clearly didn't pay attention to what she said at all!" "FUCK OFF, FANG!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "I don't give a damn if I ignored what she said at all. You know what? It's easier for me to break this damn mate bond and be done with this shit!" "LISTEN TO ME, YOU IMBECILE!" Fang roared back at me, making my entire body tremble, and he took control for a few seconds, subduing me to the point where I fell to my knees on the floor and my claws appeared along with my fangs.

His voice was quiet — not soft, nothing about him was soft, but calibrated low, the way of someone who has never needed to ask for the room's attention. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. The mating bond hit me like a stone wall. Not the gentle click I had watched cross twenty-two other faces tonight. A *wall.* Concussive, total, full-body — starting in my sternum and moving outward simultaneously in every direction, up through my throat and down through my legs and along my arms to the ends of my fingers. It was not gentle. It was not the quiet relief I'd watched settle over every other bonded pair in this room.

I screamed when he step on Harry’s back, taking his time on the top, before proceeding. “Harry!” “Don’t worry about him.” Auger stop before us then squat so he could level his face on Ethan who was snarling at him. His claws were showing, and his mouth were salivating. Famished to slice him into pieces. “You should be more worried about yourself.”

She nodded. The truck engines roared. The road west waited. But behind them—in the dark woods— Riven crawled from the end of the tunnel, blood pouring from his wounds. His phone shook in his hand. He called weakly. “Blackthorn… tell Thorne… two Silverfangs now. Female. Pure. Coming your way.” He laughed, blood bubbling. “Make them pay.” The phone dropped. He smiled coldly. Revenge wasn’t over. It was just starting bigger.

Xiao Ling looked at Fang Bai with a furious expression after the man threw his son away from the battlefield. "Ha ha ha! You think your Zunshou Moya can react to me right now? Pathetic!" Zhou Fu had just emerged from within the fissure of the ground containing magma. The thickening fog made his vision a little disturbed, however, he was sure his eyes caught the thing that made him want to scream in anger.

Omar, who remained quiet the whole time, suddenly shouted, "The Death Personification, Ozul Gray!" Caspian looked over and found a rare expression of resentment on Omar's face, making Caspian feel odd. After all, Omar was usually polite and amiable, and Caspian never heard him get angry before. Yet when Omar saw Ozul, it appeared as if he hated Ozul, and his eyes burned with rage as he clasped his knees tightly.

Something mad. I see his tongue probe the inside of his cheek, pressing against something. His jaw clenches. My heart clenches with unease. "Dom—" I start to warn. But Thomas is already moving. With a guttural scream, he wrenches his broken arm upward—bone protruding through torn flesh—and shoves his fingers into his mouth. A wet crack echoes through the clearing as he rips free a fang. The moment it leaves his mouth, the tooth blackens, its surface bubbling like tar under moonlight.

Sofia whispered, her vision blurred by the violet energy leaking from her veins. The second Ashen Fang, seeing its partner fallen, let out a piercing shriek. It lunged at Somito, its fangs extended and its claws aimed at his heart. Somito didn't flinch. He stepped into the strike, allowing the creature’s claws to bury themselves deep in his chest.