Vampire Fangs Vampire Diaries Novels & Stories

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm still running. Hurry up. I have to hurry. I can't lose them. I get hit in the ribs and fall with a muffled scream. I quickly stand up and hear the eerie crack of my bones snapping back into place. There's no way I will show them they have the upper hand on me. I raise my head and show my fangs to my attackers. My eyes are entirely black, proof of my vampire DNA, proof that I intend to take their lives if they continue to come after me.

I slipped my arms around his waist and liked the way it was making me feel to be this close to him. We were in this together and I was going to make this work no matter what. All I had to do now was convince him that he shouldn’t kill the ancient. At least, not yet. Once I convinced him, I would speak to my father. However, when he rolled his eyes and put his arms around me, I had only one thing on my mind. The movies were wrong. Vampires didn’t have just one thing on their minds when they turned. They had two. Sex and blood. I had been able to control my lust … Mostly anyway … Since I turned, but being around Fynn was like being in a chocolate factory! I couldn’t get enough!

Polished wood hoops and matching bracelet rounded out the ensemble. Monica told me a long time ago that Vampires didn't have to brush their teeth because they didn't get tooth decay, but I'm here to tell you that a diet of blood doesn't leave the breath very fresh. I have heard that many vamps haven't bathed in years. But me, I do it all. I take a bath, brush my teeth, and wear deodorant. I hurried out to find Paul. He was sitting in the family room with the ladies, and it looked as if they were having a party. There were empty plates of food, and the stereo was playing some hard driving rock and roll.

Silence crashed through the hall. My breathing turned ragged and my vision blurred red. Even Serena stumbled backward. Then Aiden slowly pushed himself off the wall. His dark eyes locked onto mine and he smiled wider. Like he finally found something interesting. My wolf snarled. For the first time in my life, I wanted to destroy someone. And his name was Aiden Cross. I left without looking at anyone. I knew my father would be angry with me because of it but right now I didn't care. I couldn't tolerate seeing that jerk’s face anymore.

My teeth itched, my fangs threatening to come out. Fangs. I was now a fucking vampire. And just like an unwanted memory, I recalled what's happened in the past few weeks. Zeke had turned me into a vampire without my knowledge. I'd tried to stab him with a dagger. I actually did. I gripped the edge of the sink, bending my head low and allowing the tears to rain down my cheeks. My heart felt like it was burning. My whole body was. When I looked up again, I was no longer in the bathroom.

But who is this woman who is a bonafide princess of a werewolf tribe that hides thousand of years worth of secrets that no outsiders should know. Will Meiko, her wolf and the Moon Goddess ever return to her? Or will she be a wolfless Queen Luna? *DISCLAIMER: this book contains (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!) Fangs: Tale of the Moon Goddess (soon) SYNOPSIS

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.

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

My stomach may as well be a Vicious with just how much it clawed and growled at me. I opened my jaw wider and wider as knives slipped from my gums, pushing out my regular lateral incisors and canines. Fangs. Just like the vampires I previously had been so afraid of. Then, I lunged downward, plunging my fangs into his neck and drinking. Wonderful, sweet crimson flowed into my throat, and I wondered what I had been missing my entire life.

Silas huffed Fanger was the term used to describe men and women who liked having their blood sucked by vampires, some hoped to be turned someday and others just enjoyed the feeling. Most fangers were essentially walking blood bags, they had their own special rooms in the catacombs, but some Vamps prefer to feed while having sex. At the thought of this I couldn’t help but to rub the two scars on my skin above my clavicle, I never considered myself a fanger, but I guess in some ways I basically was one, except it was only with one vampire. The vamps don’t tell the fangers, but the ones hoping to be turned, never will be and all of them get discarded when they can’t produce blood fast enough be