Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

I was still looking around, when a voice boomed. “A royalty?” The voice was chilly, and laced with venom and hatred. My hand went to the hilt of the sword on my waist band. Its blade was laced with vampires-bane, known to disarm and weaken any vampire. I looked around again. The place was unfamiliar, almost as if I was in another dimension. It was shaped like a cave, with red eyed gargoyles lurking at all corners. They bared their mouth at me, but they didn't move.

His hands tangled in my hair. “Fuck it, Ravenna,” he growled. "Vexley," I corrected. "Yes, yes, Vexley." I sucked him with practiced skill. My lips and hands were relentless, pushing him toward the edge. His breaths became shallow. I knew he was edging close to releasing. I slurped on his cock and rolled my tongue on his tip. That did the trick. His body trembled as he came. I took it all in my mouth. I pulled back and wiped my mouth. “Satisfied?” He panted, leaning against the table. “For now. Soon, this won't be enough."

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. And the family racing west had no idea how close danger already breathed.

"Don't be so cold, at least we were teammates once. How about we go on a mission with you? I really want to go on a mission with the lovely Jessica-chan. Anyway, we Penguin Logistics are very familiar with the Longmen area. You can just point at a passerby’s face, and we can investigate his ancestors.” The capable angel talks a lot. It keeps churning from beginning to end, and its mouth is like a machine gun. Maybe this is the talent of the Rutlanders. Not only are they good at using guns, but their mouth is also like a submachine gun, chug~ The bright red short hair, the delicate appearance, and the lightbulb head with its own light source should be the characteristics of an angel, but in F

He must be Ralph. I summoned a volley of daggers and sent the daggers at them. Ralph stepped back and hid behind the door to avoid the daggers. But Ann was not that lucky. She was stunned and it was too late when she tried to dodge. “No!” Ralph growled. One of my daggers slit Ann’s throat. It was time, I jumped to the window and climbed down with the rope. Angel was slow to react due to the effects of the poison. She crouched motionless at the window, her eyes glazed.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Are you an angel of death? He smirked at me and replied in a husky voice "Angel of death, ha? I can be with pleasure" saying this he brought his face closer to mine, as I witnessed his blue eyes turning blood red color and wait what? I could see two pointy things coming out parting his lips. He opened his mouth revealing his dangerous fangs and he bent down to find a spot on my neck. "H-he iiis a-a Va-Vamp-ppi-Vampire?" My eyes grew wide in horror,

She winced but held still. Angelus faltered on his feet, staggering back. Veins popped from beneath his neck as he tried to fight the urge. His obsidian eyes shifted to red orbs and his fangs pushed free against his gums. He groaned, grabbing his hair with enough strength to tear it off his scalp. The pain wasn't enough to distract him as Marcellus' continued to suckle the girl's blood. The slurping sounds he made wafted into his ears and the loud thumping of the girl's heart ricocheted into him.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

“Hi Mr. Baphomet, Mr. Demogorgon, my name is Tequila and Angel will be right back with the cigarettes. So, are there any drinks that either of you would like to start off with this evening?” “I don’t know about Levi, but I’ll enjoy a sweet Tequila right now.” He leads her over to the coach as he pulls her into his lap as he sits down. “So, Levi I’ll be having Tequila tonight and that means you can have fun with Angel.” I walked over to the fridge to grab a cold Strongbow beer to start the night off with as I wait for some girl named Angel to come back with my smokes. When I sit down, I noticed Legion giving a smart-ass grin as if he knows something that I don’t. I sat there for what it seems