Toothless X Hookfang Novels & Stories

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

We both knew what would happen. She looked into my eyes, searching for something. After a moment, she sighed and gave a reluctant nod. “Fine. Let’s shift.” I smiled, though I could tell she wasn’t happy about it. We both shifted into our wolf forms, a ripple of energy passing between us as our bones cracked and reshaped. Even in this form, I could feel the bond between us, stronger than ever. We nuzzled close, her fur brushing against mine, and for a moment, everything felt right. Until I caught something.

I scoffed. His eyes glinted, but he didn't respond. Instead, he inched closer to me. My heartbeat accelerated, as I struggled to remain calm. “Pest, there's a thin line between hate and passion.” He smirked. I made a face. “You’re right. There's a very thin line between wanting to gut your stomach out, and wanting to rip your tongue out.” His eyes darkened. “Move out of the way,” he ordered in a low voice.

he sneered, his words laced with a hint of dominance. My face twisted with hate and anger. I had no desire to be tamed; all I craved was his flesh. But it was clear he possessed superior strength and cunning. "Hahaha," I mocked, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Haaaaa!" I shifted, assuming a more aggressive form, my fangs bared, claws at the ready, and eyes blazing with fury. I lunged at him, aiming to strike, but he effortlessly blocked my attack with a hidden hand, countering with a powerful blow from his right hand.

Long and frightening fangs. "Damn it."

We both seemed to size each other up, or so my overactive imagination screamed at me. He broke the stare-down first, and I reluctantly slid my eyes away from his and settled instead, on the outline of his nose. For some weird reason, I didn't like the fact it was so long. Maybe if it were shorter? I shifted my attention to the light dusting of hair that graced his razor-cut jaw. Directly below it was a long jagged scar that ran from one side of his throat and disappeared to the other end. It probably should have disfigured such a perfect looking face. Shockingly, it didn't.

A figure comes forward and i looked it was a man with a mask on, he brought a tray of food and placed it on my lap and attempted to leave "Hey kidnapper, how am I supposed to eat it?" I asked and he snapped his head towards me, I gulped down the pile i had in my throat when i saw him walk towards me dangerously. I’m sure fear was evident in my eyes, he raised his hands and slapped me across the face, holding a substantial amount of my hair, The pain in my head shot up with the pressure i was getting, Tears streamed down my face as he pushed my face into the tray of food on my lap “That’s exactly how you eat it” He walks out of the room and i cried the more, my cheeks stung from the pain and

Fennigan and Leela broke apart in surprise, blinking down at the grinning toddler. A perfectly squished chunk of blueberry was now stuck squarely to the corner of the Alpha’s lethal, bearded jaw. Fennigan reached up, wiping the sticky crumb away with his thumb, and then looked at his mate. The heavy, suffocating tension of the alcove completely shattered.

he barked. I hooked his ankle with my legs, yanking. He crashed into the tray, needles skittering, hooks clanging. I yanked the chain one link snapped. Arm free, I snatched a hook, drove it into Yellow Fangs’ thigh. Black blood oozed. He crumpled, shadows fleeing his tattoo like smoke in wind, his eyes glazing over in shock. Demonic tether broken, temporary, but enough. “You’ll pay…”, he groaned.

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