Answer:
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
Face with a tree skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
I am the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen canned processed or in any other form but fresh.
Many people own a copy of me. Without me the world would fall.
I am needed for most animals and hardcover books
What is always coming but never arrives?