Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

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.

we leave them, in a century they will be no more human and that's a line Even the devil can't cross, I was invisible so I watch the war, I saw a vampire biting off an Angel's neck, oh no, his body immediately wither, One Angel down but Angels are winning the war, then I saw it, a baby in the middle of a war? how did that happen, whoever keep the infant, hid it well, I look at the child and I felt it, the irresistible urge to protect the child, as I touch the baby's cheek I realized I have turned visible, the infant open his red eyes, in a second his eyes change its color to hazel I blink, the infant is a vampire, I know I should leave, but the infant is so adorable. we fight against the vam

I wanted to beg him to help me. Fang transformed. His body tense as he picked up and swung the medal rod (that he won over) straight into the vampire's head. The one on me vibrated at the death blow being delivered. I watched as it broke her neck. Her head fell to one side and her eyes filled in horror. Her body unwrapped from around me.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“My demonish is rusty, but I can understand most of it.” Azazel reads through the pages with a concentrated frown, then looks up at me. “This is the spell we need to reverse the siphon and get back home. We just need the angel fire and some of your blood.” Sighing with satisfaction, we both rise up and look around, but there’s no angel fire. “We need to get to the angel fire,” Azazel says as he takes the book and leads us back out of the cavern.

he said, gaze flicking briefly to me. Maria leaned back, arms crossing, “She was” “Good.” His voice was smooth, “Then you should understand what hunts you” I straightened, “I thought strigois were just… feral vampires” “They’re the end result,” Caspian replied. “When hunger replaces reasoning and when blood becomes the only law” “And... The others? They are others right?” I asked. “Blood mages,” he said. “Rare and dangerous vampires who manipulate blood itself, not just consume it”

It was Roman, he was here, I felt like crying, truly I already was. Even though he was facing the other way, I knew it was him. Just his back was in view for both Victor and i. “Ro..r.. Roman. It's not…. it's not what you think” Victor stammered. Finally Roman turned around facing us, he looked really scary. He has blood running down his chin, not his own but that of the men he had just killed. His clothes were stained with blood. His claws were out and his eyes were dead red. If scary was a person, right now it would be him.

I don't want to give up on my revenge either. Angel wakes up and grabs his head, and I do the only thing I remember. Very quickly, I launch myself at Angel, who opens his eyes wide in astonishment to rip out his throat, but I'm still in the air when the crack of bones reaches my ears, and I can't resist looking. Sonny takes advantage of my exposed neck and, opening his mouth, rips my throat, I shift and choke on my blood, trying to breathe. My eyes lock on Ulric, who has just arrived. Tears ran down his face.