Toothless Night Fury Novels & Stories

“Your eyes may look like mine, but the ugly behind them makes them soulless. We may have similar features, but we are nothing alike. You can paint your face up, and try your best, but the poison behind the mask still shows. Are you sure, Lady Cherry, that I’m the stand in or is it possible that it is your jealousy that truly makes you the defective one?” Fury sets into her eyes, and she bares her claws. “How dare you, you little bitch?!” she yells, and strikes me hard across the face. I cry out in pain as warm blood from the claw marks left behind pools from my face and patters on the wood of the floor. She grabs my neck with one and squeezes hard. The room spins, and she raises her clawed h

The entity gripped the top edge of the sixty-story tower, its cosmic weight causing the steel skeleton of the building to groan and buckle. "Mommy, it’s hungry," Nyx’s voice echoed in my mind, a chilling whisper amidst the cacophony of breaking steel. "Not today," Killian snarled, his voice dropping an octave until it sounded like two tectonic plates grinding together. The bespoke Tom Ford suit shredded into expensive confetti. Killian didn't just shift; he erupted. The civilized veneer of the billionaire vanished entirely, replaced by the primordial wrath of the First Lycan.

There were a few cracks running through the handle as well, indicating that it wasn’t going to last for long. *Bang* As if he couldn’t see the changes on Night’s Kiss, Mane stomped his feet into the ground and threw himself towards Camila again. As he moved he started to revolve, and several streams of lightning were gathered into both Night’s Kiss and Night Mare. Both blades shone brightly due to the baptism of the Norse Thunder God’s element. And though Night’s Kiss’s embodiment of the Olympian God King’s power was slightly inferior to Night Mare, its duller look only served to fuel its thirst for blood.

I lunged. Fangs sank, claws tore and the night became nothing but blood, snow and fury. It clawed and bit back but I didn't care. I made sure my strike was deliberate, each one fueled by everything it has tried to take from me. Rage guided me, desperation fueled me and the fire of my destiny carried me through. With a final burst of strength, I sank my teeth into the thick muscle of its neck. My jaws locked tight as I pulled with every ounce of power I had left in me. The taste of iron filled my mouth, hot and bitter, until flesh tore free. I spat the bloody piece into the snow. Crimson stained my fangs, stripped across my fur but my gaze never wavered.

Vellu's teeth were perilously close to being consumed by his own gaping maw. He looked at her with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You dare to call me a desperate fool?" he said through gritted teeth. Nero's lips curled back, revealing his sharp teeth, as a low growl rumbled in his throat. In a moment of reckless abandon, Vellu dared to engage in combat despite his dire circumstances. With a wild look in his eyes, the foolhardy man lunged towards Nero, attempting to sink his teeth into the Alpha's neck and deliver a swift kick to his most sensitive area. However, Nero was quick to react, thwarting the attacker's efforts with ease.

What he says next shocks me into silence. “I had a dream last night and I was at a clearing and you were wearing a blank tank top and black tights and there was a boy with you. You were standing up on a hill and the boy was wielding a sword and cutting down all the monsters. You had your bow out and you were shooting at the monsters from above then you suddenly decide to race down the hill and attack the monsters with some throwing knives, it isn’t long until there is one left, and that is when you are thrown backwards and fall unconscious.”

Will eat your babies and kill your pets. It’s so far from the truth it’s comical. “What the hell are you waiting for? That fanger broke my wrist.” Lucas speeds forward, fingers wrapping around the gunman’s throat again. “You’re lucky that’s all I did. You tried to kill the woman I love. I’d do the same to you, but that death would be too quick.” “Get control of your attack dog.” Easton pulls out a knife. The tip of the blade has been dipped in a special kind of holy oil, working almost as well as my enchanted dagger. Almost.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in front of him, the realization pulling him back as he slammed on the brakes, right before the other vehicle collided with his……. Liam jolted awake, heart racing on the couch, the echoes of his fears fading away but leaving behind a lingering sense of loss and confusion. He let out a heavy sigh as memories flooded back, overwhelming him. After his driver had dropped him off, he had gone straight to the minibar, seeking ease in a new bottle of whiskey.

The moon watched indifferently, its light painting silver paths that led nowhere. A roar shattered the night, deeper, more furious than theirs. Bodies crashed through the underbrush, and suddenly, chaos erupted. The biggest wolf-man I'd ever seen burst from the shadows—Thorne. His form was massive, scars etching his broad chest and arms, eyes blazing gold. He didn't hesitate, slamming into the nearest scout, teeth sinking into flesh. Blood sprayed, warm droplets hitting my cheek as I huddled against a tree. The scout yelped, bones crunching under Thorne's jaws.

A jaw cracked beneath my palm, a stomach folded beneath my knee, a weapon clattered beneath my heel. Then the gun. Bang! Fire tore across my shoulder. Pain seared hot, sharp. I didn't falter. I lunged, twisting his arm until the gun dropped, then slammed his skull into the truck's bumper. Blood sprayed. Shadows stirred behind the truck. More men-ten, fifteen. Enchanted. Their eyes are glassy, their movements unnatural. "Shift. Now! Amber flared in my eyes, bones trembling, claws begging to burst free. Then I caught it-a camera fixed to a lamppost. If I shifted, humans would see.