When Blank Bares His Teeth Novels & Stories

He looks clean and… and suddenly so strong again. It's makes me so happy to see him like this but it's still funny. I wonder if he knows how weak he looked throughout yesterday. Then he turns around and looks right at me. His mouth is shut tight but, he doesn’t look angry. He doesn't even look sad. His expression is just… blank as hell, and it's terrifying. He just looks at me, our eyes lost in each other. There's this sudden, deafening silence. I can feel my own heart getting weak, breaking into a thousand pieces at this moment.

As if in response to the revelation, the page ignited, flickering to life before crumbling into ash, leaving nothing but soot in its wake. In the glassy surface of the window, Autumn caught a glimpse of a figure—her reflection twisted by the shimmering light behind her. A smile crept across Mara’s face, dark and unnerving, as if she held secrets that would unravel the very fabric of Autumn’s being. Tristan lay entwined in the depths of his dreams, a heavy fog surrounding him, when he found himself face-to-face with his ancestor. Bastian Thorne, a figure hauntingly familiar yet steeped in the shadows of history, walked the precarious edge of the Hollow. His presence was a blend of strength an

My jaw burns as it elongates, canines tearing past my lips. I scream and it turns into a howl that shakes the clearing. Black fur erupts across my skin, darker than night, darker than shadow. Power floods me, raw and ancient and mine. When the pain fades, the world snaps into terrifying clarity. I open my eyes. Balthazar is staring at me. Shock flickers across his face. He didn’t expect this. He snarls and throws Lucian aside like a discarded doll. Lucian hits the ground hard and goes still.

I mumbled softly, making him look at me. His attention settled completely on me. “Let me tell you mine.” His expression grew serious. I laughed bitterly. “I'm actually barren.” The words came out rougher than I intended. The alcohol probably wasn't helping. “I tried for a child for four years, but it never worked out.” I stared down at my glass. The confession felt strange. Lighter somehow. “Honestly, I'm grateful now.” A weak laugh escaped me. “That cheater would've been the father.” I giggled despite myself, shaking my head.

I couldn’t breathe. Blaise’s roar tore through the clearing, savage, feral, shaking the earth beneath us. Phantom surged forward, his claws ripping into the dirt, fangs bared in a promise of death. “LIES!” His voice was no longer just his—it was Lycan, guttural and dangerous. “I have never touched you!”

Something mad. I see his tongue probe the inside of his cheek, pressing against something. His jaw clenches. My heart clenches with unease. "Dom—" I start to warn. But Thomas is already moving. With a guttural scream, he wrenches his broken arm upward—bone protruding through torn flesh—and shoves his fingers into his mouth. A wet crack echoes through the clearing as he rips free a fang. The moment it leaves his mouth, the tooth blackens, its surface bubbling like tar under moonlight.

They surrounded me. I screamed when one suddenly rushed. I sat down again in fear. "I haven't taken a bath yet! I don't taste good!" I closed my eyes. If they eat me, I don't want to see them! But after a few minutes, I didn't feel anything from my body. When I started to open my eyes, the roar of the beast exposed me. "Damn this silver chain! It's going to screw me up again." He said, irritated. "They're not your friends?"

Says the big guy with vengeance in his eyes. The blond gets off the bike, without saying anything. He has huge, broad shoulders and a fire in his blue eyes. What's he...? He's undressing. Why is he undressing? I watch in amazement as he yanks off his shirt and starts shaking. Her whole body trembles and then shudders in furious convulsions. His shoulders swell even more and, with a shake, a full-grown polar bear comes out of him with a wild roar.

Klempner huffs for breath, flopping back, apparently accepting what canine destiny has decreed for him. Michael clutches at his ribs. "Oh, God. I can't breathe." Then he straightens up. "Come on, Bear. That's enough for now..." And hooking fingers through the collar he hauls Bear of the Baskervilles to one side. "You too, Scruffy." Klempner, flat out, gasps and splutters, then drags himself to sit upright, swiping over his mouth. "Faugh... I swear he got my fucking tonsils there..."

I trust him completely but I was still feeling a little nervous . "Oh you'll see " He grins . I swallow . He shows me his hand and I look at it . It's empty, what is he trying to prove ? Slowly his claws come out . He brings his claw to his neck and slides it in with a grunt , pulling it down just an inch and letting the gap ooze out blood .