The Family Fang Book Novels & Stories

Beneath it was an inscription that read: “Order of the Fang.” Order of the fang? Order of the fang? I snapped along the spines of the books littered on my shelf, the name sounded so familiar like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn’t remember exactly what it was about. There was no book on the shelf here that reminded me of it. Library, it had to be in the pack library. I marched out of the house and drove to the library.

Fang moves so fast I barely catch the blur, he grabs my father by the front of his shirt and slams him into the wall so hard the pictures rattle. “You come near her again,” Fang growls, “and I will rip your throat out.” My mother gasps, reaching for my father, but she doesn’t try to pull Fang off not really, she just watches, calculating. My father remains infuriatingly calm. “You can’t keep her forever, Fang.” “Watch me.” They stare at each other for a long, heavy beat. Then my mother smooths her hair and lifts her chin. “We’ll be back,” she says, whisper soft but venomous. “Rebel deserves better than a life in this den.”

Otherwise, how could they compete with these warriors? After the doors of the cars opened, several old men in different clothes got off, and they all had strong auras. "How dare you attack the disciples of our Fang family!" an old man with grey hair and beard said in an overbearing tone, and formed a huge hand print in the air. The print slapped toward Chu Xun and others, and even the air was distorted under the terrifying pressure. The Fang family was well-known in the northern region of the country and was a real powerful force. Although it had only entered the secular world for a short time, it possessed more than twenty Human Kings and was overbearing.

I breathed in and out, controlling my respiration when he answered me. “I am doing this for my family. I am doing this so your goddamn husband won’t kill them!” his voice roared all over the area, vibrating the ground beneath us. Instead of being dazed by his words, a gradual smile crept onto my face. “E-Ethan wouldn’t hurt your family, nor any other family out there-”

spoke the man as he quivered, and he wiped the cold sweat off of his forehead from time to time. If the beautiful woman they intended to take advantage of was indeed the Drake family’s Miss Tanya, members of the Wolf Fang Gang would not even mutter a word if they were killed right here. The Drake family was the most prominent family; small groups like them were not qualified to even fight back. “Boss, please let us go,” Felix begged Fane. “Can we show ourselves out?” Fane glanced at them indifferently. “I’d watch yourselves if I were you. You people might lose your lives the next time I see you doing this again!”

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

"It sounds exhausting." "You'll be fine. You're good at pretending to be normal now." "That's not the compliment you think it is." He laughed. Actually laughed. The sound was rare enough that I treasured it. The parent orientation was exactly as awkward as I'd feared. Fifteen families, all with their own trauma stories. All trying to make polite conversation while assessing each other. "Your daughter is the famous one, right?" a woman asked me. She had a five year old son who was part fae, part vampire. "The one who survived the soul transfer?"

With his free hand, he violently pulls me in about the waist before quickly wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it. My throat feels heavy with the leather, as though his fingers are pressing it. My father is approvingly watching as I hear the other wolves laughing. The wild animal inside of me begs me to pull out my claws and die a warrior rather than a lamb. Jack's expression, though, escapes me, which causes me to halt. He doesn't simply appear angry, either. He exudes disgust.

Their faces twisted in confusion, anxiety flickering in their eyes. Whenever they wanted me to give something up, they’d slap me with one hand and offer candy with the other. It never failed to work. All they had to do was take the first step and reach out, and I’d cave every time. This time, no one was on the other end of the call, eagerly calling them “Mom” and “Dad.” “Honey, Laura’s not exactly the sharpest at work, so why do you keep spoiling her? When we’re gone, she’ll burn through the family’s fortune in no time.