Toothless X Hookfang Novels & Stories

“Taste me. I want you to. Tear my panties off with your teeth if you can.” He chuckled and repeated, “If I can,” as if the idea that he couldn’t was ludicrous. His teeth grew sharper as she stared. He smiled a dirty smile and bit the tiny strand of flimsy lace that rode on her hip. Running his fangs the length of the front of her panties until he was on the other hip, he paused. Then with one tear, they were off. As his teeth went back to normal, he watched her with interest. “Still don’t want to run?”

He flips me over and growls in my face. “MINE!” I nod my head at him as his claws slip before he shreds my shorts just as the bedroom door opens and in walks Theo with his hard cock in his hand. Fenrir wastes no time plunging his hard cock deep inside me as his fangs graze my neck as he sinks his fangs into me over Theo’s mark. I groan, matching his thrusts. How I have missed him. The bond flaring back to life as fireworks explode behind my eyes. I scream as I come. Euphoria washing over me, releasing an insatiable hunger that only both of my mates can satisfy.

Noah asked with a smirk as he continue slamming her but Hazel couldn't say a word,she was out of breath and her tongue couldn't process out the data in her brain,her eyes turned yellow and Mia forcefully took over The moans increased as she yearned even for more Noah’s claws show cased and Thorne was beginning to force himself out too,his eyes became golden in colour as his canine teeth came out with a loud growl. "Now mate....oh gosh" Mia groaned in pleasure as Thorne find it's way to her neck and gently shoved in his canine teeth. "Hmmm" she moaned in sweetness as he continued to suck the same spot till his satisfaction,leaving the mark on her neck,the mark was of a crown bringing out the

She had about twenty-eight giant fleas and about five hundred tiny, normal-sized fleas. As for Pearl, she had mites instead— but not that much. Felix, Asha, Pearl, Forsjá, and Dómr are almost immaculate— especially Dómr, he had no fleas at all. For their teeth, Fylgja had the worst ones. There was even some broken tooth— Principal had to perform an operation to clean and restore her giant teeth. Once again, Dómr had the healthiest teeth among them. He barely had any foul breath at all— unlike Fylgja’s deceased father.

He told me to spar with his warrior Roger and that he would be back once he got healed. It was easier to fight with his warrior Roger because I did not feel guilty every time I went for a good hit to his body. I ended up tearing his flank when he launched at me and I turned sideways in midair to keep him from making any contact. I grabbed his flank with my teeth and did not let go right away. I wanted to get some of my frustrations out after hurting my fated mate. I let go of this flank and waited for him to launch at me again. He was hesitating for a minute, so I took it as a suitable time to plant and attack. I went to him and he was not fast enough to defend himself and I jumped on his ba

I couldn’t help the whimper emitting from my throat, but still, I refused to let go. Finally, I had enough of this wolf and planted my feet firmly on the ground. This Soulless is the enemy, and it was time to end him. Focusing all my strength on this last move, I clamp my jaw down harder onto his and feel the bone break. With his jaw more malleable in my grip, I use his distracted form to flip him onto his side as I watch his eyes fill with pain. One paw holding his head down, I release my hold on his jaw and turn to grab his throat. With a loud tearing sound, the Soulless’ throat is ripped out, and I turn my head away as I start gagging. My body is hunched over as I open my muzzle and begin

He licked his blood covered fingers, his pupils dilating. Fuck. His fangs shined under the streetlight as he yanked down her hood. His claws pressed against her wound, making her grit her teeth in pain. She leaned her head back before slamming it against his, rocking him back a bit. She shoved him against the opposite wall, bringing the stake up to his chest, but his hands pushed back against it.

His eyes gleam like coals buried deep, fury bright. We clash again. Fang on fang, claw on claw, our bodies a blur of violence. He lunges for my throat. I twist, his teeth snap air, and I rake my claws down his face, leaving three red stripes across his muzzle. He howls, staggered, and I surge forward, jaws locking around his scruff.

Something mad. I see his tongue probe the inside of his cheek, pressing against something. His jaw clenches. My heart clenches with unease. "Dom—" I start to warn. But Thomas is already moving. With a guttural scream, he wrenches his broken arm upward—bone protruding through torn flesh—and shoves his fingers into his mouth. A wet crack echoes through the clearing as he rips free a fang. The moment it leaves his mouth, the tooth blackens, its surface bubbling like tar under moonlight.

Leo snickered, he actually snickered, and mumbled something incoherent because of the way his jaws were held open. “I didn’t catch that. Maybe I should create more space for your words to pass through.” Hooking the pliers to his incisor, I twisted. He groaned, thrashing about with his torso. I took a deep breath, swallowed the bile and nausea, and yanked. Blood spurted out of the gum where the tooth had been. He pulled his head out of Rafe’s grip. “Ah! You bitch!” he screamed. Did he just call me a bitch?