Aventurine X Ratio Novels & Stories

The dark bunny was floating beneath Kaltain. “It was pure bronze bullets. Alloy of copper and tin. The anaconda was absorbed at 45 percent concentration, the lion at 75 and the gorilla at 85,” Aria told Zeve. “Good job.” “What did you do to my pets?” Kaltain asked, raising his tone.

Her tears fell onto the marble, leaving small, temporary dark marks. It was then that Valentim moved again. He went to a nearby workbench where jars of powdered pigments—burnt earths, oxides, ultramarine blues—were lined up like an alchemist’s paints. He opened a small wooden jar containing a deep, vibrant red pigment, the color of rust, of blood, of life.

“Listen to me, when Nora moved into the territory, with her face destroyed, Xander demanded I make a few of these with his venom mixed inside.” “Oh, great, so not only is it my venom,” I growl, completely vexed by the situation and Drew’s silence. “Why aren’t you more concerned about this?” I demand to know from my boyfriend. Keeping his focus on Elle, he begins rattling off questions, remaining analytical. The calm Beta I had met slowly returning, the more secure we have become in our budding relationship. “What’s the ratio?” He asks, of venom? “Ninety-seven-three,” she replies, “ninety percent is Xanders venom, seven percent yours, and three percent is a special blend of antibodies that th