Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

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.

He reverted his gaze to Rufus, his eyes were hard and steely, and a mean smile tugged the corners of his attractive lips. “You should know I just smashed Dan's head against the wall, splitting his head like a ball of melon before clawing his guts out...” Angel said with great relish. Rufus snarled at him. Angel laughed. “and this haven of yours, is going to be rubbles in the next minute....” “All of you—every single one of you, will never forget me. I will forever live in your head. You are nothing but animals in human skin— the humans would kill you all!” he ranted.

she protested. “Well your ass busting capabilities were turned off months ago and here we all are, just fine so unless you have something real to say, I’m ready to vote,” Angel said, taking a sip of her tea. Hmm, maybe she’s a promising little witch afterall. Much more of a spine than Fiona ever showed at any rate. Fiona began chanting in Latin and I glanced to warlock Ben and his daughter. They both looked bored so I assumed her chant wasn’t much of a threat.

I can't lose my angel! *************************

"You can’t just go around killing people without consequences." Rapper Swithin wrapped his proboscis tongue around Alpha Lowell, but he clawed hard at his tongue, causing it to burn and smoke, which he quickly pulled back. His eyes flashed with anger, and his body tensed with rage. His fangs elongated into sharp points of anger, and the red tips began dripping blood from the corners of his mouth, which was now stained dark from his saliva. He licked the blood with his thick black tongue, which glistened in the dark.

Scarlet commanded, in a very casual tone. "What? You didn't think we would actually want to eat with you guys right? See I had a long day, I don't want to reek of blood tonight so…." They scrambled out before she finished her sentence, what had bothered them the most wasn't death but the torture before it. It is rumored Alicia could use the "Sage of the spirit", an extremely brutal stone-like fruit rarely ever found which could cause unimaginable pain and intense hallucinations when used on a vampire.

Ouch,” she cried out, holding her arm. Sharp pains shot through her right arm which had made its second hurtful contact with the floor that day. She didn’t have time to think because she was immediately dragged harshly off the floor by the man she fell with, who had already stood, still looking murderous. “Who the f**k do you think you are,” he spat angrily. She cringed at his raised voice, then began trying to free her left arm. “Let go of me, you bastard!”