Toothless X Hookfang Novels & Stories

Metal dented under my back, the impact jarring my bones. “You’re dead,” Scar spat, aiming a hook at my face. I ducked, his fist grazing my cheek, and countered with an uppercut that sent him reeling. My wolf howled, savoring the violence, but I kept it caged. No claws. No teeth. Not here.

And when some did, they never spoke again, and lived out what remained of their horrible lives in fear. No one knew what they had seen, or what had seen them. And the townfolk knew better than to probe. Years ago, a family moved into the town on a vacation. As usual, they were told the silent rules of the city, but the white family saw the townsmen as mad and deluded people. One day, one of their sons named Thomas, wandered into the woods on a dare. Three days later, his remnants was found, mauled beyond recognition. The local sheriff called it a wild animal attack, even though he knew that no wolf would leave claws in the shape of a hand. And no earthly beast would drain blood the way Thoma

He inserted the Pliers into her teeth, clamped it against her fang and then pulled it out with great finesse. Normally, if it was just any of the other teeth she wouldn't have felt too much but this was her carnassial teeth. The teeth that made her a wolf. The moment he pulled it, she felt the pain sink through her entire being and sip through her soul being too. She firmed it, not screaming but the moment he finished with this and blood was pouring down her mouth he slammed the yellow button and immediately she got electrocuted along with the others. For her, the pain was times two as she felt the shocks in the hollow that was supposed to contain her teeth. “Good, let's keep playing this ga

He leaned in, stopping just before our lips met. “You’re my toy, and I don’t want to share you with anyone. Or else…” He revealed his sharp claws and pointed one at my chest. He stopped exactly where my heart was beating, then pushed it through my shirt, tearing a hole. “I’m going to take your heart.”

Then he picked up a rusted pair of pliers and leaned forward. “You know,” he said calmly, “there are thirty-two teeth in the average adult’s mouth. Let’s see how many you really need to talk.” Leo spat blood at him. “Do your worst.” Sandro smiled, grabbed his jaw, and yanked it open with brutal force. CRACK! The first tooth snapped free. Leo’s scream tore through the room, echoing off the concrete walls—but Sandro didn’t flinch. “One.” Another. “Two.” A third. “Three…”

Some pact older than either of their packs, written in the bones of wolves: dominance established, challenge met, terms binding. Luna eased her jaws. Didn’t fully let go. Above, the Bloodfangs shifted. Some snarled. Some sagged. On the wall, Rhea punched the air. “Ha!” she shouted. “Did you see that? She bit his *ear* off!” Elia smacked her with the back of a hand. “Shut up,” she hissed. “Don’t jinx it.” Luna released Raze’s scruff and stepped back, chest heaving, blood—his and hers—dripping from her fur.

the white haired woman said to Rachel. "It's okay, Theo. Just breathe. We're right here" Rachel breathed after she'd placed a gag between his teeth. He nodded his head and closed his eyes, taking uneven breaths. She pulled out the first hook and his eyes widened, the gag muffling his scream. It went on and on until the ninth hook. Theo was exhausted, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. The last hook went off and he started to fade in and out of consciousness, his body trembling weakly.

"Yes. The better question is can you make it through this dinner without becoming a madman?" I laughed. "Let's hope so." "Let's be sure." She stated, pulling all her hair over her left shoulder. "I can't. The last thing we need is you falling asleep at the dinner." She shrugged. "Just don't drink so much." I pulled her closer to me as I felt my fangs extend. I was just hoping I knew when to stop. I leaned in and kissed her neck before slowly piercing it with my fangs. The sound that came from her was enough to make me want to skip dinner with our families and have her instead. I pulled back after a few seconds and licked my lips. Leaning back in, I licked her neck, sealing the wounds.

She couldn't even do that. Toothless turned back and came to where she was standing and picked up the pillow from the floor. "Everything that I'm not." He led her to a chair and she sank into it. He kneeled in front of her and took her hand in his. She had no strength left to fight him anymore."My name is Thomas Tinkle, not Toothless." "And you smell like spices, Thomas." She blurted out. "Does that irritate you? I'll surely remember that next time I come." His baritone came out husky

I yelped when I hit the dirt hard—so hard my teeth vibrated and I almost lost my grip on him. But Felix was struggling and instinctively rolled onto his back, trying to bring his back feet up to find my vulnerable belly. I had one, split second. As he intentionally rolled, his spine twisting to keep me rolling with him, I opened my jaws wide and turned my head in a flash, taking that eye-blink opportunity to close my teeth again—but on his throat this time. Humans and their movies always showed these moments—the hero closing teeth, tearing flesh and the enemy immediately immobilized, blood pouring down his chest as he stopped fighting and slumped to the earth.