Black Cat Venom Novels & Stories

Those who were unfamiliar with how venomous these black snakes were were in despair as they thought Frederick might die. "Don't panic. Although the snake is venomous, it can't kill me," Frederick said. He began channeling his Vital Energy to dispel the snake venom. "Don't stop. Keep moving forward," he instructed. No one knew what was going on in Frederick's mind. Everyone could see from his darkened face that he was not in good condition. "This is a stroke of luck for me," Adrian murmured with a faint smile, and Lyra nodded slightly. They had not expected Frederick to be bitten by a black snake, but this was good news for them.

The fucking place he got bitten by Drococavillain, the giant cobra. "You can't go like that, Finlay,' Daeneria said and Finlay who was already tearing through the bushes, stopped, with his back turned to her, "you have Drococavillian's venom in your body which needs to be purified, else you will die before nightfall. Be you the most powerful Alpha in the entire East." "What would you have me do?" Finlay turned around to catch the gaze of the woman, whose brother was the reason he was in such a position. He clenched his jaw as he looked at Drococavillian whose pale-blue tongue was out as he panted like a dying dog.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

The man rasped "it's not dead!" The warning came rather too late, whatever rhe energy had done to the creature had fed off whatever miasma that was clinging off it "Too late boy" The creature in the fallen girl howled "You're all dead" The sound of bones cracking filled the air aa the demon decided to go all out, black serrated spikes lined it's arms dripping with a blackish liquid that hissed and burned it's way through the ground "Black Venom!" Shay hissed "touch it amd we are goners!"

Sleep pulled us gently under. That night, a nightmare clawed into my dreams. I saw Xareth, his eyes black, his voice laced with venom. He stood before me, and I felt my limbs move not by my will but his, like I was a puppet carved in bone. Blood was dripping down my legs.My baby gone. I woke with a gasp, heart hammering in my chest. I threw off the covers, reaching down, frantically checking. No blood, only me shaking. Zevarion stirred beside me, voice thick with sleep. “Vireya?”

There were all kinds of strange poisons, the peculiarity of some even exceeding the boundaries of human imagination. Although Wesley knew Kiran was invulnerable to poison, the latter would be ensnared once he unleashed the replicable bat poison. At that time, the others could tear into him. It was a living, moving cage. Wesley was brimming with confidence. “Kiran York, I’ll show you the power of Mawi’s black magic!” With a sweep of his arm, black bats surrounded his body like black clothes, creating a rather disgusting sight.

The Black Mamba's body writhed violently before going completely dead. The toxic beast that had claimed countless lives for the Cassanos was finally dead. Seeing her beloved pet slaughtered, Caroline went feral. Snatching a jagged bottle off a table, she lunged at my face like a maniac. "You bitch! You killed my snake! I'll kill you!" This time, I didn't dodge. I grabbed her wrist, twisted it hard, snatched a bottle of high-proof vodka off the table, and splashed it right onto her neck!

And he’s looking at me. At the vial in my hand. “Explain,” Alaric says. His voice is death. “Now.” Vincent opens his mouth. I don’t let him speak. I throw the vial. It smashes at Vincent’s feet. Black liquid splatters his boots. “That’s blackroot,” I say. Loud. So everyone hears. “Contact poison. You put it on the blade that cut him. Just like you put nightshade in my mother’s kit twenty-three years ago.”

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

Somehow hearing whatever that was made me dizzy. It was mocking me. Speaking without words. But I couldn’t be distracted. I dipped my hand into the pouch at my side. A special present I'd requested from Vann — black sap venom. It was meant for putting down beasts of burden that were too wild to be tamed. It was an extremely powerful poison, the kind that fed on rot and spread even better in decay. I popped the cork with my teeth and smudged the thick sludge across my claws. It burned my skin. Good. It would hurt the beast more.