Twilight Vampires Fangs Novels & Stories

In no time, the dagger was already on my hand, which was covered with thick cloth cover. Silver was considered to be the werewolves' weakness as well as the vampires. It caused us unbearable pain all over our bodies. However, the Bloody Fangs did use the silver dagger to make us get used to the pain. It didn't mean that we were immune, though. We still felt the pain, but it was a bit bearable for us.

As the male vampire writhes beneath me, strength jolts through my body, each voltage more powerful than the last. I feel it multiplying on itself. There’s ice in my veins, and it splinters outward. The vampire is like a block of cement. His strength is challenging, but he’s no match. Fangs pierce through my gums. They grow and slip over my lips, three times the size of the vampire being held hostage to my strength. His dark eyes widen in confusion and fear. I'm a Secondary. My fangs should not look like this. “No,” he growls, shaking his head. “I’m not the enemy. I’m…”

Clary asked, letting go of Jace arm and leaning forward to look Damon in the eye as she took deep breaths, trying to control her own Anger. "We found fangs and claws belonging to mixed blood wolves and vampires and pieces of skin containing fairy marks," Damon said, refusing to wilt under the look his mate gave him "they were seized from eight originals members in total." "Where are the members responsible?" Clary asked as she stared at Damon across the table "I assume you will be handing them over to us?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, waiting for Damon to bring these people out.

His bruised, swollen eyes looked up at me and he smiled and I gasped at his bloody mouth with two empty spaces. "You defanged him, you fucking son of a bitch," I growled angrily, my talons and my fangs extended and I tried desperately to break free from my binds. Firo sat in his make believe throne and laughed hysterically at my pathetic efforts. "It's titanium wire, you can't break or cut through it, you dumb cunt," he stated and smacked Mystrel's arm to have him look at me. His yellow eyes gazed at me momentarily and I noticed a look of disgust in his irises. Could he be changing his feelings about the prick Firo. I looked over at my mate and felt his pain, he was drifting further into mad

He was our senior, top fighter and rumored psychopath. His pale eyes landed directly on me for a second and a chill ran down my spine. He said with his deep voice “The initiation begins.” Silence filled the chamber. Elias continued calmly “Tonight, new blood proves its worth.” Students stepped forward one by one offering blood into silver bowls. This was a ritual, an ancient wolf ritual. Seeing it, my skin crawled and I had difficulty breathing. What the hell!! What's happening to me? My legs felt weak and my vision blurred but before I collapsed on the ground, Aiden’s hand stayed locked around my arm tightly.

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

The selection I wasn't even remotely prepared for. Hurtling out of the house after a quick goodbye, I got my bicycle out of the garage and paddled down to school with my ass on fire, figuratively. The Fangs Academy was a school, a training center more of, for half vamps like me, to hone our recessive vampire abilities, becoming quicker, deadlier and smarter than the average human. ' Grow fangs' according to our motto transcripted on the front door of the school. Chaining my bike to the school park railing, I observe as I walk into the hall , everyone seemed on edge, their eyes dim and sullen, mouths set in grim lines and noses scrunched up with anxiety or I was just projecting. definitely pr

Daisy interrupts her bedtime story to communicate to him important, time-sensitive information: “Serapine is so so soooo pretty. I loooove her ears.” He presses his lips together before resuming his reading. Among the Vampyres, fangs are not just teeth—they are status.

Before any vampire would be taken to the hospital, the sanatorium- san for short, was the first stop. It was a big white building, illuminated by blue lights. Young vampires below five centuries can't stand bright lights. And that was the reason why even though Alex wanted to visit the human world, he couldn't. Those within that age-group also can't survive without taking blood for a long period of time. Once a vampire exceeds five centuries, their craving for blood can be controlled. I walked into the sanatorium, acknowledged the receptionist bow, and moved forward. I had no hitch locating their ward. Their faces were pale, and they made an effort to bow, when I walked in. Both of them had

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?