Twilight Fang Novels & Stories

inside them, waiting to be filled. ​I closed my eyes and reached deep into my own marrow, tapping into the "Twilight-Resonance" I had absorbed at the mountain. It felt like grabbing a live power line. My vision went white, and the smell of ozone filled my lungs as I forced the energy out of my hands and into the twins.

Jeanne questioned Moreau, "Sebastian, His name is Sebastian Hunters Moreau, my first son" Moreau announced in a very loud voice as cheers filled the air. "For he shall be great and venerable, he will command Respect because he is my son," he added. People began shouting in joy as they all feasted, no one slept that night, as they all rejoiced at the birth of another Twilight vampire. .. .. .. YEAR 1315 AD "Move over…" Delphine screamed, as she landed on the floor, bloodied and out of breath.

With the utmost care, Finrir allows the sharp pointed fangs at the front of his bottom jaw to just graze Tritan's skin, conveying his intentions before proceeding further. Tritan relaxes in the comforting hold of Finrir's embrace, a contented and relieved smile gracing his face. Finrir, his resolve unwavering, closes his mouth around Tritan's wrist. His large, straight, pointed spiral fangs, reminiscent of miniature needle-sharp narwhal tusks, pierce Tritan's skin. With precision, Finrir takes only what he needs to complete the bond, his thumbs instinctively covering the small wounds to ensure that Tritan doesn't bleed.

Her face was covered in charred wounds, making for a grotesque and bone-chilling sight to most people. Wilbur's chest lurched, and he raised the thunder cleaver high. "No!" Faye screamed. Angie's gaze lit up with glee. Just then, Wilbur snapped his fingers. All at once, Faye was enveloped in a brightly-colored glow. At the same time, Wilbur activated his domain, the Tyrant of No Other. His thunder cleaver turned into a long sword, letting out a terrifying spiritual pressure as Wilbur shot at Faye's strung-up figure.

"The texts said the Fang was sealed in the heart of the temple." A soft chuckle froze me in place. "Looking for this, sister?" A woman stepped from the shadows, holding something that gleamed white even in the darkness. The Fang of the First Alpha—a bent tooth the length of my hand. I recognized her instantly—Vivienne Frost, one of The Mother's most loyal witches. Her white-blonde hair glowed like a halo around her face, but there was nothing innocent about her smile. "Celeste," she purred. "Everyone thought you were dead. Dorian's been quite the host, hasn't he?"

A wave of cold fury swept over Leonardo as he gripped the phone tightly. "What? How? Who were they?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He could feel his control over his temper slipping, as his wolf strained against his bonds. Yet another failure was reported as the blood moon slowly crept up on them. "It appears these people didn't have an intention of hiding themselves because they left some traces. But even then, we couldn't find out important information about them," the voice explained. "They are called the Fangs; their members have a fang tattoo on the backs of their arms, and they wear black robes with fangs designed boldly on their backs. We haven't been able to find the origin

Leo considered the likelihood that Tiffany, even with the knowledge of Astrid being Blaze's mate, might not have willingly stepped back, considering the long-standing crush Tiffany harbored for Blaze, dating back to her childhood dreams of becoming Queen. He remembered the disappointment in her eyes upon learning Blaze wasn't her mate when she came of age. Perhaps enduring all of that forged her into a bitter person. Tycho stumbled into the ward, a noticeable sway in his steps, and an overpowering scent of Twilight Spirits clung to him; the special alcohol designed for supernaturals to induce inebriation. His eyes, clouded with the effects of the potent drink, focused on Astrid with resentme

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

Crystal continued, “ The internal politics of the Fang family are far more ruthless than what people see on the surface. There are three major factions, each working behind the scenes to outmaneuver the others in case Lord Elton’s position ever becomes vacant.” Danial absorbed the information, intrigued yet cautious. “Who are these factions?” Crystal took a deep breath before explaining. “The first is the Devil’s Associates, led by Ellie Fang, also known as the Whip Devil. They focus on unconventional combat styles and brutal efficiency. Zain is most likely one of her disciples.” Danial’s eyes drifted back to the whip in Zain’s hands. It made sense now. “The second faction is the Twilight Mo

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int