Toothless And Light Fury Drawing Novels & Stories

Luna’s crayon masterpiece had teeth. Literal ones. Lyra stood in the doorway of the pediatric playroom, a styrofoam cup of terrible coffee in one hand, and took in the scene: half the far wall was now occupied by a mural constructed from taped-up paper sheets. In thick, determined strokes of purple and blue, a lopsided wolf with a very large mouth was biting a stick-figure with a suspiciously crown-like shape on its head. Next to it, a smaller wolf—silver scribbles for eyes—held a heart.

Chloe walked back to the nursery to fetch the boy. "Liam, dinner's ready. Did you finish your draw—" Her voice died in her throat. Chloe’s hands balled into trembling fists as she stared at the canvas. It wasn't a happy family portrait. It was a depiction of hell. In the center of the paper, Liam had drawn three figures, but they weren't people. Two of them were towering "monsters," and the third was a small, broken boy cowering in a dark corner. The first monster was a man with eyes the size of saucers, wearing a tattered T-shirt. In one hand, he brandished a heavy belt; in the other, a glowing cigarette butt that he was pressing toward the crying boy on the ground.

Phobos complains while brushing Tadeas's locks with his fingers seeking to detangle any knots along the way. I snarl unveiling my teeth at him displaying my dislike of his words and he does the same with me not pleased with my carelessness earlier on. Tadeas keenly observes his father with interested eyes only to turn back towards me and curl his lips just to flash his toothless gums at me accompanied by a growl that he strives hard to get out of his chest.

I watch Johnathan gently rub my mate's sore feet while her and Kat switch between decorations and tablecloths. "since the pack is called Fury Pack how about colors that represent Fury",May says looking at more colors not realizing we are all staring at her. I look at Jonathan who was still rubbing her swollen ankles. "that is an awesome idea May",Kat picks up a book and yellows, reds and gold become the next talk at the table. Our pup kicks and May hisses in pain. Jonathan stops worried. "shit did I press to hard",he look alarmed.

His eyes gleam like coals buried deep, fury bright. We clash again. Fang on fang, claw on claw, our bodies a blur of violence. He lunges for my throat. I twist, his teeth snap air, and I rake my claws down his face, leaving three red stripes across his muzzle. He howls, staggered, and I surge forward, jaws locking around his scruff.

The sound hit before I could process it. Rotor blades. Not the soft approach of a scheduled supply run. Something faster and lower and wrong, the specific pitch of a craft moving with urgency rather than procedure. The golden light on the lawn shuddered as the shadow crossed the far end of the island. On the grass below, all three brothers were on their feet before the echo finished. The toddlers registered the change immediately. The girl reached for Zane. One of the boys looked at Lucian's face and went very still, the way small children do when they understand that the adults have shifted registers.

Something mad. I see his tongue probe the inside of his cheek, pressing against something. His jaw clenches. My heart clenches with unease. "Dom—" I start to warn. But Thomas is already moving. With a guttural scream, he wrenches his broken arm upward—bone protruding through torn flesh—and shoves his fingers into his mouth. A wet crack echoes through the clearing as he rips free a fang. The moment it leaves his mouth, the tooth blackens, its surface bubbling like tar under moonlight.

That was because Chu Xun was pushing its upper teeth upward with his arms and pushing its bottom tooth downward with his feet. The wyrm roared and shook its head violently. "Can you stop roaring? Don't you know that your mouth is stinky?" After he said that, his hands began shining brightly with purple light while his feet exerted a down-pushing force. Crack crack...! With clear sounds of cracking, Chu Xun broke two of the wyrm's upper teeth and crushed two of its bottom teeth. The wyrm howled crazily in pain. "Stop roaring, or I'll break your other teeth." Chu Xun jumped out of the wyrm's mouth and fell into the magma lake.

He fell onto the couch, screaming but his scream was all muffled as Tyrant had torn the top of his lips off. “Felix!” His friends called, bewildered. Tyrant fell on two paws, stalking at them. They got angry and tried shifting too - both of them. Tyrant pushed the first one into the wall while tearing into the back of the other one with his other two paws and fangs. We tasted skin, blood, and bones. Tyrant didn't stop, he kept shaking his teeth into their skin, causing major damage.

At that moment, within the dark clouds above, lightning began to gather. Soon, even the naked eye could see it taking the shape of a massive human palm. Felix unleashed his Dragon Punches, throwing everything he had to take down the enormous lightning palm that was crashing down on him. At that moment, Auroris emerged from the sand. Despite its disheveled fur and obvious injuries, it showed no fear of death. Standing beside Felix, it was ready to face the Ancient Sage's terrifying attack.