Vampire Teeth Toy Novels & Stories

Ruth stared at her present, speechless. "Also, there's more! It can grow its hair and change them to red, black or green in color. Its teeth can change to black as well. Look, auntie, I just pressed on it and the skeleton dummy's hair became red, the teeth are red, too. Look at it, Aunt Ruth, it's really pretty," the little chatterbox explained.

There was a force around him, a magnetic pull drawing me in. Finally, we were inches apart. I looked up at him, but the warmth I’d always seen in his eyes was gone. Instead, they were pitch black—deep, endless voids that seemed to swallow everything. His hands moved slowly, deliberately, toward my face, and I could see his claws extend, glinting in the dim light. My throat went dry, and my skin prickled with fear. ‘No. This can’t be happening’. Then, the sight that made my stomach churn—his teeth. They weren’t the teeth of a werewolf. No. These were fangs, sharp, long, and glistening, with an unnatural thirst to them. A vampire?

~~~ Amaya His eyes no longer had those pretty green tint in them. They were now a bright glowing red colour. His teeth now contained a pair of sharp fangs ready to bite through your skin anytime. He wasn't just my kidnapper anymore. Nor my stalker. He was now my vampire. This realization hit me like a train. My feet were glued to one place not daring to move. My breathing had stopped a while ago. The beast in front of me must've caught on to my nervousness because a small pang of hurt shot across his face but quickly vanished.

A crooked smile rests on the vampire's face as he tilts his head. “Is that your age? Because if it is, you lied to me. I don't date guys that old. You know that's robbing the cradle, right,” Vincent said, and Dylan slapped his chest, causing the vampire to laugh. “No, you goof! A giraffe has 32 teeth!” “32 teeth? That's one more than I have!” Vincent said, and Dylan tilted his head. “They have the same number of teeth as we do,” Dylan said, and Vincent slowly shook his head.

There was a happy smile on her face as she sorted through next day delivery lingerie, then a wide variety of sex toys where she was hurriedly picking one of everything she had an idea of how to use properly. The most expensive being a set of leather and chain reinforced cuffs with a solid weighted steel spreader bar. That more than a few reviews said were various large animal strength proof- Bears, wolves, a few tigers and one dragon that Melody still didn't really think were real. But there were a few too many specific animal references in the many reviews that Melody had to think at least a few had to be from shifter relationships. She hoped at least.

They were made of silver. As he held up the torch, suddenly, a face appeared at it—the grotesque face of a vampire of the Lagoon Coven, one of the darkness and nastiest of them all. He had huge fangs which stuck out of his mouth, tiny lips, and eyes that were entirely red. He practically snarled as he breathed. It was a disgusting creature. All around him, these creatures slowly came to their bars, all grunting at Kyle. Kyle reached into a pouch on his belt, extracted a powder, and stood back as he threw it onto the silver. He waited, then reached out, grabbed the bars, and tore them off the wall.

They brought their mates from all over the place to the castle, and I was forced to take care of them all. The vampire girl opened her eyes wide to lie because she understood the eyes were the windows to the soul. If she didn't look directly at Harvey, he would immediately suspect. After all, he was two thousand years old, and she was just over a hundred years old. - Strawberry flavored toothpaste, pencil. Maris, did you secretly give birth? - No, no, no. I just like the owl. Owls need to brush their teeth too and pencils are for me to draw on their eyes to make them look even more ferocious. I like that fierce look.

he added. He held something out to me, it.was wrapped in cloth, already stained crimson,I took it. And unwrapped it slowly. At first, it looked like nothing more than a shard of bone, I looked closely and the shape… the curve… the hollow base… I recognized it immediately. A fang. Not a wolf’s. A vampire’s fang. It was old. Polished. And filed to a razor-sharp edge. And fresh blood still clung to its base,and not just wolf blood, it was the blood of warrior whose corpse was right in front of me

His mouth opened in a little ‘O’. He gasped dramatically. He spotted it. A gun toy. Not a small one, but an expensive, flashy, multi-featured monstrosity that lit up, made sounds, vibrated, and probably could double as a night lamp. The kind made specifically to tempt children and break parents’ wallets. He sprinted to it and wrapped both arms around it. “MAMAAAAA! Look! This one...this one!! Pleassseeee!” Karline picked up the price tag.