Anti Venom Edge Of Time Novels & Stories

I looked down and found a metal chain clung into mine. The ramping of chains and mixture of soft whispers muffled into my ears as I tried to pull the chains. The valerian extract with formaldehyde still filled my lungs making me felt so dizzy, making me stumble on my place. A loud thug made me jump from my place, frozen. A chill ran down from my spine.

Interested. "The knife." I pointed to the silver blade she was using. "I found it in the Red Room before the fire. I coated the edge in the 88-Beta neurotoxin you were testing on the street kids. Colorless. Odorless. And once it touches the fruit, it’s fatal in three minutes." "Three minutes." Elinor checked her watch. A thin, gold Patek Philippe. "You’ve grown, Evangeline. The girl who cried over a broken vase is gone."

“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.

With a deft stroke of the bronze halberd, the path hovering above Severin shattered. "This is a peculiar weapon," Severin recoiled in alarm, raising the Oculus Blade to defend himself "It has the ability to dismantle the great path!" Simultaneously, he utilized his space-time path to shield against potential assaults, especially any sneak attacks. Explosions reverberated, unleashing torrents of elemental energy and spatial turbulence throughout the chaotic sea. Time passed indeterminately amidst the chaos.

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.

The pained sound grabbing the attention of both of us as we glared at the blood trickling down from Ava's back. "Need any more explanation?" I asked, cocking a brow at Axel who looked dumbfounded as ever. "What the fuck happened to her?" Oh? I thought Mr. Goody two shoes doesn't like bad words? I thought. 'Why is she still not healing?' Lucien pointed, as he seemed to have caught something in the air about us. Pointing my nose upward, I sniffed the air then froze. 'Wolfsbane,' my wolf and I concluded in complete sync. Just then, I recalled the knife that laid on top of that table. Had it been dipped in wolfsbane?!

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.