Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

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.”

The thought that she was enjoying the festivities more than she necessarily should have, sent a lick of anger down my spine. I fixed my gaze on the goblet of wine in my hand before taking a sip. The taste barely registered in my mouth as I stared into the depths of the crimson liquid. As the musicians played a lively tune, my gaze remained fixed on the goblet in my hand. My plate of food was untouched save for a few obligatory bites.

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Coda chuckled. "Nice to see your red blood, left hand," Anthony said as he gripped Faelon's chin in his thick fingers and tilted his face to glare down at him. Faelon took the opportunity to spit his blood spittle up into his face. In retaliation, Anthony gave him another swift kick into his chest with his steel-tipped boots dropping the dark angel to the floor.

“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.” I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?” Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.

The smell of vinegar was quiet strong that Angelo small pretty face was wrinkled as if he had also drink a vinegarbut was in the opposite mood his big Alpha had. Hades who just finished cleaning some things up and coming back to see this scene: … With a sour face, he thought, ‘This vixen can really coax his twin so well. Look! That perverted wrinkled face was shining. Angelo who was said to be perverted: … Can only stay silent

SMACK SMACK The jolt shocks my system as something wet and absolutely delightful coats my lips. I lick it and when the blood hits my tongue my eyes pop open. Angel is hovering over me, holding a blood bag in her hands. She puts it to my mouth and I suck, getting the surge I desperately need. Angel then grunts as she tries to sit me up and my brain short circuits somewhere, I immediately turn and bite the top of her arm. “Damn it! Should have known,” she screams, as I suck and feel the pull of magic.

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.