Toothless Night Fury Novels & Stories

"Jeff drives like a bloody nitwit. I swear, your Americans always drive terrible." "Well if you hadn't kept waving your hands in the air and slowing me down in the first place, I would've been a better driver, Ken!" Jeff snapped. Jeff Talon was a built man with broad shoulders and a slight tan. He had a punk hairstyle and short black hair to go with his dark clothing. "Never mind that!" Diaz yelled furiously, firing his handgun into the air. "That ought to attract the woman." He said. Ken and Jeff both jumped, frightened of the surprising gunshot. Enrico stood there, his arms crossed coolly, as he smoked a cigarette casually.

'I'm right behind him little wolf,' Thane's voice said, and I felt a wave of relief as I heard another bike coming through the tunnel, but it was quickly diminished as I saw Finn get thrown across the ground, staggering slightly as he pushed himself to his feet again, blood dripping from deep claw wounds across his chest. Fury rose up inside me then, and as Quentin stretched up and howled, no doubt calling the others to his side, I dropped my things and launched myself at him. It took him by surprise as my jaw went straight for his armpit, my long canines penetrating deep, right where I knew I'd hit a vital nerve network, and potentially an artery. I clamped down hard, and he snarled loudly,

and I knew a lot of shortcuts on the way there to confuse them. "Do you have a gun? Hold on to something!" I turned the wheel hard to the right again, taking out a few members of Nightshade, sending them skidding along the ground as sparks came up from the wet pavement. She scoffed. "Shifters don't carry guns!" "Well, after this, I think we should!" I cut the wheel hard to the left sharply, taking out a few more on motorcycles that were creeping up beside us, creating spectacular wipeouts. "Is Cruz still back there?"

God definitely has favorites because if looks could kill I'd be dead. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before racing past Alessandro downstairs. "I'm driving!" I shouted, grabbing his car keys and running out to the car. I forgot how hard it was raining and noticed I didn't have a jacket. I turned around with a remorseful smile. "Could you please?"

Ford asked. “No,” Rome mumbled. “They remove its venom glands or fangs. In this case, you should take away Jeff's power, so his bite can be nothing than that of a newborn puppy. Do you understand me?” “Clearly.”

something big, fast and angry. A howl filled the night…deep and thunderous. it was not a wolf but was something worse. “What now?” I whispered. Thane growled low. “We fight.”

)) {{ yes dear I feel you }} We waited another hour or so before Dr. Turner returned [[ Alpha, Luna it would appear that the rouge had dental implants in his mouth with pointy needles laced with Weeping Night Howler, it's a very slow acting kind of poison used mostly by assassins, it is very lethal, you consume the poison and they go about their business as normal as you do and you slowly but surely deteriorate without knowing the reason why and they'd of successfully carried out their mission, which begs me to wonder about the woman and child, did you possibly intercept an assassination Luna? ]]

A roar went up from the Nightfang, a sound so loud it caused the Cinder-Iron engines in the valley to stall. Lyra leapt from the battlements, a violet meteor. She didn't use the Aether to grow vines; she used it to amplify the raw, physical power of her pack. The Nightfang warriors hit the Southern lines not as ethereal beings, but as the most terrifying predators the world had ever seen—shifters who possessed the speed of light and the hunger of the Maw. The Duel of the New Alphas In the center of the battlefield, Lyra met the Alpha of the Golden-Mane, a man named Cassian who had surgically removed his own Aetheric sensitivity. He fought with a cold, mechanical precision, his eyes two dead

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Fury burns through me like wildfire and I let it consume me. My body convulses, bones snapping and reforming, muscles twisting as fur erupts across my skin. The change tears through me until I'm on four legs, lips peeled back in a snarl. Ronan's wolf is a nightmare made flesh. Huge, dark and built for killing. He shifts in one fluid explosion of violence, black fur and burning eyes, and then he's on me. His teeth find my neck, his weight crushing me into the dirt. I scramble and bite back, but he's relentless. Merciless. His jaws close around my throat again. Lower this time, a claiming bite that sends liquid fire through every nerve.