Toothless Night Fury Novels & Stories

It kept nudging him, too eager to get her attention and she kept on ignoring the nudges. Finally, it bit her. It’s sharp saw-like teeth sinking into her skin. It broke her sleep and the pain released her from Persephone’s enchantment.The creature that had been patiently nudging her to wake up was fury and she had to convince herself that she was not dreaming at all by poking into the furies nose. It was a cute baby fury. Full grown furies are not cute as this one. They are feared and fearsome creatures of the dark that feed on fear and humans. She felt betrayed to find out that there were no soft bed and warm bed covers and there was nothing comfortable in the empty space that she was in. I

"It was just a bet. You shouldn't have played if you couldn't handle it. If Mason hadn't taken pity on you, you wouldn't even have the right to stand here." A smile appeared on my face, and I laughed until my whole body trembled. Mason whispered, "Has he gone crazy with happiness?" Happiness? Was I supposed to be happy that I had taken on two billion in debt because of her death and sold myself out like some pet? Was I supposed to be happy that I had broken my ribs seven times and lost four teeth just to pay off the debt from her fake death? Or was I supposed to be happy that wolves had mauled my parents to death, their bodies burned to the point of nothing remaining, while I had to thank th

Right at Aurelius. “You’re next,” I rasped. I stared up finally to see that he didn’t flinch. Instead, he spat, then leapt. Not even taking a second to mourn his supposed best friend, like he had delivered a less-than-impressive performance. He came at me in an impressive burst. Fully transformed. Fur black as night. Teeth like daggers carved to perfection. He was coming. And the end was near.

Violet light exploded outward, swallowing the night. Thorn stepped through it. His body was wrapped in Nyra’s dark power, thick black veins pulsing across his skin like living shadows. His eyes burned bright violet, filled with stolen Lunaris energy. He stood taller, stronger, radiating pure malice. The battlefield fell silent. Thorn raised one clawed hand and pointed straight at the central tent where Faye and our daughter waited. His voice rolled across the camp like thunder. “The child is mine tonight. Bring her or I burn every wolf who still stands.”

I was paralyzed, my magic refusing to answer my desperate, internal screams. ​Suddenly, a blur of black fur and raw, primal fury intercepted the Culler. Killian hadn’t waited for my signal or a plan. He had lunged from the shadows of the ventilation units, his massive jaws locking onto the Culler’s obsidian shoulder. The sound was like a wolf biting into the side of a mountain—a sickening crunch of teeth against indestructible alien stone.

“That Tyr has learned the blade technique of the ancient martial arts world in Celestial Empire. Don’t be afraid of him! He can’t perform this kind of great move many times.” Golden Tooth instantly reacted. He quickly walked out of the door and shouted, “What are you guys still standing for? This guy can only perform this move once. After that, he has no more strength left. So just finish them off now. With each one of their heads, you will be rewarded with 100 million euros.” Hearing Golden Tooth thunderous roared, those fighters came back to their senses ferociously.

He traced the slash on my chest, pressing just enough to sting, causing me to flinch. “Still fighting,” he murmured to himself. His gaze met mine, inscrutable and dark. “Good.” I spat at him, a feeble glob landing on his cheek. In an instant, his hand struck my face, swiftly and forcefully, splitting my lip. Blood filled my mouth sharp and metallic and I stumbled back, colliding with the wall. He seized my shoulders, forcing me down until my knees slammed into the stone. “Swear loyalty,” he growled. “To me. To Nightfang.”

The black tattoos on Night’s dark blue Lycan form turned into glowing tattoos, and damn, he looked more dangerous than before. Of course, the moment Night opened his mouth, the illusion of him looking cool shattered instantly. “Oh my Goddess, I look so freaking cool!” he squealed like a little girl. I groaned, looking at him being as excited as a teenage girl. It was stupid of me to think he would look and act like the dangerous Lycanthrope he was. Maybe he could as long as he kept his mouth shut. “What did I tell you? You have to thank me for making you look cool!” Zalarus said proudly.

Clawing at her. She threw up her hand. Light flared—silver, fierce, shot into the creature. It shrieked and staggered. Attempting to stop itself in its tracks. Not dead but definitely not done. And then, he was there. A blur of black. Fur. Claws. Teeth. Fury. She gasped as Alpha Ronan Thorne shifted mid-charge, no hesitation, no sound but the crack of bone and growl of something ancient. He ripped the creature apart like it was made of paper.

The Nightcrawlers shrill screech alerts the others as he raises an outstretched claw in defence while he spins around; attempting to protect itself as it allows its nails to embed themselves within my chest as I hurtle towards him at full speed before he rips his hand downwards and effortlessly tears away at my exposed and unprotected skin. In retaliation, I throw my weight towards the creature once more and send him crashing down, thundering heavily upon the ground as the wind forces itself out from within his lungs on impact in a wheezy whimper. The Nightcrawlers head smashes against the rough concrete in a blunt slam, cracking loudly as it collides with the solid floor while hissing vicio