Toothless And Light Fury Novels & Stories

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

Seeing Tyr’s forehead was pouring sweat and given his pale appearance, these fighters were pretty sure that Golden Tooth was telling the truth. “Boss, are you okay? Can you hold up?” Clifford asked worriedly from the side. “I’m okay.” Tyr nodded and raised the blade in his hand once more. “Grafting Thunder!” The cold blade danced along with its lonely shadow. Tyr let out yet another slash. Then, all of a sudden, the slash of that blade reappeared. In the blink of an eye, that slash suddenly split into dense and countless slashes of shadows. Then, they shot right at those people surrounding them.

"Majority acquisition. Effective immediately. All three of us." The room went absolutely silent. I stared at the document trembling in Gerald Park's hands. Lucian, Gavin, and Zane had bought the Miami Fury overnight. Gerald was not their boss anymore. Gerald worked for them. And from the look on Lucian's face when he turned back to me, I understood something that stopped my breath completely. The team was never the move. I was.

His lips open against mine with a desperation that saps my life. Pain goes away. My body melts. Lucas draws back just enough to whisper "I won't lose you" against my lips. My fingers go into his shirt. "then struggle." His eyes shine silver. And he does. Lucas moves like a predator. Two seconds later he is clutching me. The next he is ripping into Orlov. Orlov barely blocks the attack. Magic flares between them, a brutal dance of power and blood. I force myself to stand, pain forgotten.

“Sometimes, they grow out and refuse to go back and there's nothing I can do about it.” “Your fangs are really good.” “Okay,” He stood up to get something from the wardrobe. “Here.” “What is this thing?” “It's a phone. It's yours.” “Oh,” “You can check it out tomorrow.” He took off his towel and climbed the bed. “Come here.” “Time to sleep?” “Promise you'll not look at me all night.” “Leave the lights on.” “Sweet dreams firefly.” Thane kissed her on the forehead. “Is that a nickname?” She asked in a whisper.

Not vampire speed. Not coyote speed. Light speed. The world blurred. I was beside Remy before he hit the ground. Caught him. Lowered him gently. His fur was warm under my fingers, chest rising fast. The king turned. Stone eyes tracked me—impossible. I smiled. “Let’s try that again.” I flung the light blades. They sliced through stone chains like butter. Links exploded into dust. The king roared. Reservoir water boiled. Seras joined—maple fire weaving with my Light, creating solar flares that lit the mist gold.

Charms yelled into the earpiece as the sound of the emergency lights blinked on. It was low lighting but we could see the big ass men who looked like wild animals. “Damn, I think I liked it better when the lights was off. Them motha fuckas ugly as shit.” Mina said, as she called her blades and began throwing her blades at one of the men that got a little too close to Lynn. Ji'lahni and Mina ran to catch up with Lynn and Lucky. Lynn ran full speed towards one of the men called two swords dropped down like she was sliding into home base, using her swords to cut through both of the man’s knees. By the time she slid by the man’s eyes widen as his body fell leaving his knee to his foot standing.

“Look at me!” Fury´s deep and raw voice mixed with Toke´s husk and low ignited something in me. Desire, defiance, and an incredible lust to find out what he would do to me if I did not do as he wished. So I didn’t. I kept smiling to myself, teasing him as much as myself as I felt the tip of his head twitch between my swollen lips.

Thorne charged. He was fast for his size. All muscle and momentum aimed straight at my throat, his jaws gaping. The old me would've panicked. Would've tried to dodge and failed. The new me met him head-on. Silver fire exploded from my claws as I raked them across his muzzle. Where moonfire touched, his dark fur singed away. He yelped and pulled back, shaking his head violently. The crowd exploded in noise again. But this time it wasn't mockery. It was shock. Pure, undiluted shock.

His teeth were bared, his golden eyes blazing with fury as he faced Asher. My heart pounded so hard against my chest. "No... Elliot, don't." But Elliot wasn’t listening. Asher growled, shaking himself off as he turned to face the golden wolf. Blood dripped from his muzzle, his black eyes narrowing with rage. "You dare?" Elliot didn’t hesitate. He lunged at Asher with a snarl, his teeth snapping inches from his throat. Asher retaliated, their bodies colliding in a flurry of claws and fangs.