Animated Venom Novels & Stories

“Vigor? How dare you ignore the rules imposed by the Nonagon and display your power in front of the world?!” This roar, instead of frightening Venom, made him even more bloodthirsty. He sneered and said, “So what? These people are just ants. Let them see all they want. It’s no big deal to kill all of them later. Since you’ve entered the door, I really want to know what your strength is!” After saying that, Venom burst into action. He tapped his toes on the floor and the dagger in his hand, with a biting chill, flew straight for Fennel’s chest!

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.

She then tried to finish the Garcia family by killing off the last remaining decedent. "How come I was able to kill the protagonist in the past two worlds?" [It's because of luck, once you end up in a world where they are beloved by the world, you wish they were all hated by the world conscious.] "I see." [Host, what was it that you sprayed into the eyes of those three men?] "That would be pepper spray mixed in with alkalis chemicals. Mixed together, they cause severe pain in the external optic nerves, leading to them gouging their own eyes out to get away from the pain."

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.

I reach for the bottle of bourbon I brought with me and take a long, hard sip straight from it, the burn providing a temporary distraction from the chaos swirling inside my mind. “You're bleeding, your majesty. Do you need help?" Amelia's voice is laced with concern as she moves closer, attempting to grab my hand that was staining the floor crimson. I quickly pull it away before she can make contact. The cuts I sustained from shattering the glass earlier refuse to heal at the speed they should. It's no surprise, though, considering I still have traces of oak tree venom coursing through my system. Oaktree Venom is the dreaded kryptonite for lycans.

And she was giving their blood-soaked honor to this worthless scum! "You... bastard!" I tried desperately to fight him, but my severed tendons only shot blinding pain through me. "Save your breath." Adonis pulled a dark green vial from his coat. Hydra venom. He didn't hesitate. The needle sank into my vein, and he pushed the plunger all the way down! The moment the venom entered my blood, the protective Heart of Nature necklace beside me flared violently, then dimmed, its green light corrupted and extinguished by the poison's unholy power.

All of them agreed, and some said in unison. " Now, this bring me to calling this pack, BLOOD VENOM!" She shouted and fisted her palms. " We are product of Zayn's inhumane acts, and we see to it that he begs on his knees in front of us and witness what he had turned us into!" Instantly, the ladies all threw their arms in the air and nodded vehemently! " Blood venom!" " Blood venom!" " Blood venom!" The same time, Andrea flew and landed on Anita's shoulder. " Anita, you did it." She smiled proudly at her.

"The woman is still somewhere in this building. He must've followed her when she was tracking you." Leto charged in before Brandon could say anything. He hardened his hand with diamond skin and sent a punch to Brandon, who used both arms to shield himself. The cracking sound of broken bones echoed into the room as Brandon staggered backward, keeping his stance despite his broken arms. Vincent jumped in the air, bringing his left foot forth, but Leto easily caught his foot. Vincent swung his hand, clawing into Leto's diamond-hardened arm. The claws were able to scratch into Leto's arm, making him grin in enthusiasm. Black blood dripped to the floor, indicating the venom worked perfectly again