Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Her fingernails had turned into claws and were digging deep into his back, while her hips slammed into him with unrestrained need. He felt her body tremble at each impact and her interior muscles start to clamp more tightly around his cock, an indication that she was close. “Yes, baby!” he encouraged her. The red tint in her eyes was more pronounced now and behind her parted lips he saw her fangs descend to their full length. Fascinated by the alluring sight, he growled like a beast and lowered his head, tilting it to the side to offer her his neck. Isabella’s breath hitched.

Lucas skated toward me slowly and asked with an arrogant voice “You really think you can challenge me?” A smirk appeared on my face and I said with a mocking tone “I think you talk too much.” Hearing it, his expression darkened, and then we collided violently. The impact echoed through the rink. We fought hard and fast across the ice while teammates shouted around us. Lucas was stronger physically but I was angrier and anger made people dangerous. He slammed me against the wall and he hissed near my ear “You’ll never be Alpha of our clan,” Hearing it, anger appeared on my face and I punched him directly across the jaw. Gasps erupted around us.

Its red eyes glowed brighter beneath the moonlight pouring through the broken sanctuary towers. “The Heart remembers your blood,” it growled. Kael looked horrified. “I really need everyone to stop talking like cursed ancient prophecies.” The First Fang stepped forward immediately, silver energy erupting around her body. The temperature inside the chamber dropped sharply as ancient Lunar power gathered beneath her feet. “You will not touch the heir.” The Black Fang smiled again. “You failed before.” Then it moved.

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

Her eyes flared with something I couldn’t quite place was that anger, jealousy… hatred. "You’re making a mistake," she hissed. "You don’t know Damien. Not really. But if you want to, if you really want to see what kind of monster you’re dealing with..." She reached into her designer purse and pulled out a sleek black card, flicking it between her fingers like a magician with a trick. I frowned, hesitantly taking it from her hand. Inscribed in bold, crimson letters were the words: Fangs Ritual. A chill ran down my spine.

The energy in Rogers Arena was a live wire, 19,000 fans buzzing with a mix of awe and morbid curiosity over the “Vamp Duo” phenomenon. Banners tangled in the rafters: “Thorne Burns Bright” clashing with cheeky “Fangs Out Tonight!” Merchandise flew off shelves faster than a slapshot, even as the league labeled it all “fan fiction.” In the locker room, Alex laced skates with intense focus, fangs retracted, thirst simmering low from Jake’s vein earlier that night. Brody clapped a hand on his shoulder.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

Strong hands lifted and flipped her over. At last, past the point where she had any control, he thrust forward burying himself deep. Her fingernails dug into his back not caring about the damage. Her body throbbed, desire building, every nerve, every inch of her body, needing release as the heat traveled, centering between her thighs. Blood covered lips found hers and her shattering release screamed past his mouth. His fingers painfully grabbed her hair at the base of her neck and pulled her head sharply back, his eyes savage. Words, agony to get past his elongated fangs, growled from deep in his throat. "You will never leave me."

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.