Novel & Cerita Anti Venom Edge Of Time

“They say a true Lycan bloodline can sense danger from miles away.” I didn’t miss the way his chewing slowed slightly. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small glass vial and held it up, letting the light catch the swirling liquid inside. “This,” I said carefully, playing with my words, “is the antidote to the poison you just consumed. If not taken within the first hour, the victim suffers a slow, agonizing death.” Ryker froze, his jaw tightening as his fingers clenched around his fork and knife. His nostrils flared and anger flashed in his eyes.

Alveric muttered while he massaged his head. “And you sound like you want me to kill you again and leave you dead.” “If you do kill me, I would prefer to be cremated and have my ashes put into an hourglass so I could be a part of the family game night when you guys have kids in the future.” Alveric joked and chuckled before he stopped and winced in pain. “See, I was just about to take your pain away but now you make me feel like inflicting it.” I glared at Edith and bit my wrist and placed it over Alveric’s mouth. I may not be a witch, but I do know my blood has healing abilities. Alveric sucked on it and stopped after a while.

In just a minute, Jaxon saw the Ancestora's seal break, the dyke destroy, and every living being in the Bleurealm die. Jaxon vomited a mouthful of blood. The power of the river of time was too strong. Peeking even just a little into the future had caused Jaxon to receive a hit from the Rules of Heaven and Earth. He wiped away the blood from his mouth. Despite getting hurt, he saw what he wanted to see. He wasted no time, tore open the void, and appeared in the golden tent.

A loud voice echoed throughout the blur of the colours, making me flinch. I have to run... But my legs felt like it was made out of stone, they weren't moving. Suddenly, a man with hauntingly beautiful turquoise eyes emerged from the azimuth of the frightening shades that surrounded me. He had an unforgiving looks plastered on him, his jaw clipped, fists clenched. He didn't look any less than a goliath. He advanced to me, like a predator. Help... I gasped like a fish out of the water. I couldn't breathe.

Please wake up! I'm starting to panic now! I don't know how I got here or how the fuck it's even possible for me to even be here! Or how I can understand what is being said since I'm obviously in an ancient time where English has not been invented yet! Now I believe in magic, but I have to get the hell out of here! When the handsome warrior stops right in front of me, his face is hard and firm. I feel like a subordinate about to receive an ass-chewing.

Now, I understood that love was sharper than any blade, and this cliff would bear silent witness to both the beginning and the end. … As our vacation on Cinnabar Island came to an end, I treated myself to a grand feast. I ordered a lavish spread and uncorked a fine bottle of imported wine—not for the Lowes, but for myself. It was my way of saying goodbye to the life I was leaving behind. Little did I know that bottle would become the catalyst for Olivia's death. It was a gray, overcast day. Yvette looked distant and listless at the table. She drained glass after glass of wine, her eyes growing hazy.

I instinctively frowned and was about to turn away when hurried, chaotic footsteps sounded behind me. "Em!" Alex had recklessly charged onto David's yacht. His eyes locked onto me with the wild joy of recovering something lost, mixed with a pain and obsession that consumed him.

I do not have time for this, so I turned on my heel after letting my gaze wander onto the forest, looking for any sign of the trespasser before walking heavily towards the door. “It’s Amara, she told me to feed the guards! I didn’t know she would poison them!” she screamed desperately, making me stop in my tracks. I turned around quickly and in a flash, I was standing right in front of her. “Amara, you say?” She nodded, looking horrified as she stared into my eyes. I saw my reflection through them. My eyes are glowing dark red with a blood lust I have never felt before. Oh they’re gonna pay. AVA’s POV

They said accusingly, “Are you seriously trying to hurt Cath right now? Still? “Mira, what is wrong with you? How can you be so vicious?” In the end, Callum helped me sit down against the wall. “Babe, just hang in there, okay? We can’t piss off the guy. He might hurt Cath if we do.” He pried my hand off his sleeve, turned his back on me, and ran off to help rescue Catherina. I closed my eyes in despair. The pain in my belly was unbearable. It felt like it was tearing me apart. Then, everything went black.

“You are right.” And in the middle was cut a symbol I had not witnessed in ages, a boy one of the most ancient symbols in the world, that being two serpents biting each other in a circle. The symbol of Mercy’s Edge. “That’s impossible,” I murmured. Killian’s voice was hollow. “Not if someone’s reawakened it.” Mercy’s Edge was the name of a relic. A forbidden one. A mirror born in blood and anchored in grief. An object that could reflect the final memory—or state—of someone bonded to you.