Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

Snarling, his eyes changed into a darker shade of black, long sharp fangs at the tip of his bark. A dead Angel. Kaimara recognized him. " One! " He began counting. Kaimara took no chances. If Anthony was a dark Angel, then he was dangerous to her. She ran. Polled through the opened door whilst burying her peeling face in her palm. She needed to do something to her face. No one could see her in such a state. She looked like a beast. Ephonso! He came to mind. Yes, she would call Ephonso.

Blood unfurled like silk. Heads snapped toward the sound. Time slowed. “ANGEL!” Philip and Louisa froze. Faith surged forward. “I have to help her!” Scott caught her and held on, iron-hard. “Faith—no! You’ll die too!” The thing breached. A long neck whipped from the water, scaled and segmented, ridges jagged as broken armor. Its eyes burned—a hellish red. Between its jaws, Angel hung limp, limbs wrong, ribbons of scarlet trailing.

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

“Calm down girl…” “Arrrgh!!” I tried going for it again, but this time I couldn't shake him off. He pulled me to himself, and before I could realize it, his lips were on mine, hot, trembling and the movement of his lips made me realize I had fangs now instead of teeth. I don't know what kind of crazy evolution was happening now, but all the thirst and mad hunger suddenly seems to have left me, while my lips and his are still pressed together.

“Angela, I meant Angela.” “Do you like this woman, Monster?” There was a knowing look on Fang's face that I hated. “No, she’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. I most definitely don’t like her.” Maybe it was the way I said it but the two older men in front of me laughed. Great big belly laughs. “Oh, he likes her.” Hansel elbowed Fang. “He just doesn’t want to admit that he does.” He side-eyed Fang. “I’ve seen that look on someone’s face before.”

_Aurora’s POV_ Everything happened too fast. One second Angelica was across the table, the next she was lunging at me. Her face was no longer human. It was twisted and looked ugly. Her eyes wild with something feral and unhinged. “I won’t forgive you—!” She snarled. Something metallic flashed in her hand and for half a second, my brain didn’t understand what I was seeing. Then it did, she held a fork in her hands as she lunged at me.

Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab. “Woops! You sure are aggressive, woman!” Angelo twirled, finding the balance between his body and his wings as he made sure to fold his wings. The short curls that riddled his head swayed midair, covering his line of vision for a split second. Oops! I miss – or not. The reflection that Angelo glimpsed on the swamp’s murky waters was the image of Maleficent’s glowering emerald orbs – as if she won. On cue, the left wing which he forgot that existed struck his right shoulder from behind, earning Maleficent a grunt from Angelo.

I turned back to the ring, where Azriel stood within a huge puddle of black goo. The angel was even more delicate looking in real life than he had been in his photo. His wings were folded behind his back and made of creamy white feathers that looked softer than silk. He wore golden armor with ornate swirls and patterns that were etched with symbols too ancient for me to decipher. “All right,” he said with a long outward breath. “In exchange for you keeping my secret, I will escort one individual—” “Two,” said Fenrir. “Two individuals to the Fifth Faction of Hell.” He pursed his lips. “I will do my utmost to provide a distraction and to keep the demons busy with an inspection, but that’s the

ANGEL I opened it. He put his fingers on my tongue. The taste of myself flooded my mouth — salt and musk — and he pushed them deep enough to make me gag. Held them there while my eyes watered. “That’s what a bad girl tastes like,” he said. “Get used to it. You’ll be licking it off my cock later.” My eyes watered. I sucked his fingers. He pulled them out, wiped them on my bare breast, and stood up. The warm wet of it turned my nipples to peaks.

He whispered as he wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze. Angelica began to thrash as her oxygen was cut off. Her green eyes bulged out as she clawed at his hands and arms. Her once pale skin turned red and shades of blue. “I’m sorry; I’m sorry; I’m sorry!” He repeatedly chanted as she fought and kicked. A wave of energy erupted from Angelica’s necklace as her hand snapped the chain. Her once red eye began to glow as fangs and claws sprouted from her fingers and mouth. Her body contorted as jack backed away, shocked and confused.