Toothless Night Fury Novels & Stories

I just hoped that one day I would be worthy of this strong women next to me. That was the last straw for Nick and he flew towards her. Before any of us could react, Kitty shot a spell that made him fall back. It only stopped him for a second though. He jumped back to his feet as Abby, Clay and Neil all jumped at him. I watched carefully as Nick fought all three of them at once. I wanted to jump in to help but I was afraid that I would get in the way of one of my pack members. He sucker punched Neil and Neil fell down. Clay took the opening to punch Nick in the face but it was like Nick didn't even feel it. He didn't react except to punch Clay in the temple and knock him out. Abby tried then

Devon POV: I stared emotionlessly at the boy who gave me a sleepless night. I was more surprised, hearing this bastard of a man saying he was trading his son to pay his debt. Although, this was what I wanted to achieve, but seeing that he really did it in the blink of an eye got me so pissed that I was willing to snap his neck. I glared at him and turned my focus to his son, whose eyes stared wide-eyed at his crap of a father. I felt a string of pity for him as I watched him. He looked so fragile that he could break if touched.

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

“That you leave immediately—without hurting my Luna." Celestia scoffs. “I’m not negotiating with a nobody,” she spits. “Mate or not.” “Then don’t,” Fury replies with a cold shrug. “But you know as well as I do—if I don’t accept your rejection soon, our bond will only grow stronger. Our connection will deepen. That wouldn’t be good for you… Do you really want to be tied to a nobody forever?” “Fine,” she snaps. Fury nods. “I don’t have a name in particular. I was an orphan… the pack named me. They call me Fury. That will work.”

Long and frightening fangs. "Damn it."

He scooped up Lachie, shifting him carefully onto his back before disappearing into the relative safety of the trees. Now, I was free to unleash the beast within. A primal rage surged through me, and I let it consume me. My white fur bristled, my fangs bared, and a guttural growl rumbled in my chest. I was no longer just Luna; I was the embodiment of the Golden Fraser pack's fury, a force of nature unleashed upon their enemies. I was ready to paint the battlefield red with the blood of the Thane Wrest pack.

The response arrived with the scrape of the latch on the door. Hours had dragged by, tracked only by the gradual shift of dim light through the upper slot and the guards' low chatter swapping shifts outside. This round, four Night Fangs stormed in, their heavy musk overwhelming the tight room. They stayed silent. Two yanked Thorne upright. The others grabbed my arms hard when I moved to stop them. "Let her be!" I yelled, fighting back. One smacked me across the face, a quick, stinging hit that left my ears buzzing. "The Alpha ain't calling for you just yet, little light. He wants the damaged one."

Unhinged Lethal. I am aware of that appearance. He is going to murder Orlov Should he be given the chance. Orlov snags. "You ought to have seized my offer, Lucas." Lucas spills blood. Go to hell. Orlov starts to smile. Ladies first. And subsequently— He picks his fingers quickly. I get a flash of suffering. I yell. Lucas's scream of wrath before everything dark falls is the last thing I hear. I get out of bed into another room. Solo.

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

His body didn’t move though. Dear God, he has canines. She could see the sharper teeth at close range. Like a dog’s or maybe a vampire’s. She guessed it had probably been some kind of canine breed. It could account for the terrifying growl that erupted from the back of his throat that eerily resembled a vicious dog. She hesitated, afraid he’d snap at her with those sharp teeth if she got too close. “Easy,” she urged again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”