Anti Venom Edge Of Time Novels & Stories

“Tessa, my attendant, was poisoned. That poison was for me but the attacker mistakenly stabbed her. She's in a critical condition. The doctor said it's a rare poison named Ampivorus. The antidote can only be found in the Tysilcon valley.” “Tysilcon Valley is in the enemy pack. The Gray Stone pack is dangerous.” One of the boys steps forward. “The doctor gave her a temporary antidote. She's weak at the moment but if I don't get the permanent antidote within a week, she'll die.” “I don't care how dangerous it is, bring me the antidote by any means,” I order. They all pass each other a glance. “You're crazy,” Ren whispers. “Will you do it?”

Len hissed. The armed men were ready to open fire. Tirana and Alicia scurried to the backstage as Vorpaltinger took her stance to guard their escape. From tribal tattoo lines on Vorpaltinger forearms, amber light particles broke out and massive antlers grown from them. The antlers were formed into large, sturdy forearm blades.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

It contained a collection of glass vials, marked with a seal that had never been seen by Mordrake or Rossi eyes. "You think it's over, Alexander?" the figure whispered, their voice trembling with a terrifying fervor. They picked up one of the vials, their fingers tracing the cold glass. They knew the truth that Alexander refused to face: there was no cure. The lethal reaction to human touch wasn't a disease to be healed; it was a masterpiece of biological engineering that had been refined for decades. Alexander was still a prisoner, still one touch away from a violent, agonizing death. "I'm going to take the only thing that makes your life worth living," the figure hissed. They weren't going

I smiled at my silly thoughts before remembering were on a mission to stop a disease that could potentially wipe the human race off the planet. Hours passed and the room was crowded with more people. There was a huge countdown on the screen showing 30 minutes left for the second trial. Everyone was making sure everything is stabilized and calibrated. I look at the dome in the center with some sort of speakers surrounding it. “Penny for your thoughts?” Louie spoke beside me casually handing me a snack. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cool night air. “Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?”

The moment he got a hold of the collar of her shirt they were already into the portal. He pulled her to him as they both crashed into the hall at the foot of the sofa. Hunter's side hit the center table as it lost its balance and the glass crashed onto the floor making a huge crashing noise. The once beautiful glass now lay in millions of tiny shards, each one so sharp and independently strong, ready to slit the one who comes in contact. Sometimes you should never break something because you'll end up making it a dangerous weapon. It was always the monsters that gave birth to even worse monsters than themselves.

"Oh, you're still faking it? They've left, though." I didn't even have the energy to look at him. Overcome by weariness, I tasted a metallic tang in my mouth. Under Lucas' watch, I coughed up a huge mouthful of blood.

She held it back out without a word. "The rest," she said, "rub along the veins. Start at the collarbone and work upward. Don't rush it." I sat on the edge of the bed and worked the liquid slowly along the branching black lines. Where it touched them they faded slightly, like ink dissolving at the edges. Not disappearing. Retreating. Slowing just enough to breathe. "Is it working?" "Buying time." She exhaled carefully. "The full antidote is back at the brownstone. We left without it."

I was all alone in the dark. I pressed my back against the cold wall and slid down until I hit the floor. The stone was wet. The darkness was the kind that sat on your chest and pushed. Then my hand touched something on the wall beside me. I felt it with my fingers first. Scratches. Deep ones. Letters carved into the stone by something sharp, maybe a nail, maybe a tooth. I traced them slowly. T - O - B - Y. My chest caved in so hard that I thought the ribs would crack.”.

After Edge’s first shift, it was publicly declared that he had a Lycan as well. I had met his parents when they came to our house when I was little. I had never come across such nice people. Since Edge was studying out of country from early childhood, I never got to meet him. Then my parents died six years ago in an attack at our home when I was thirteen.