Black Cat Venom Novels & Stories

The words gave her hope as she thought about what she had done before. With the chaos still churning around them, she leaned down and bit the opposite side of her neck, injecting Lycan venom into her dying body. Before she could feed her the blood from her wrist, she felt the pain of a panther's claws digging into her side, yanking her from finishing her task. The scream tore from her throat, pain and fury flooding her.

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.

Third person POV: Bianca was furious on Draco when he rejected her, as of for Draco when he was busy talking to Saltus through their mind link Bianca seized that opportunity and pulled out four sharp needle from her behind her hair with were coated with deadly venom derived from a deadly snake named ‘Santacmorroa’, just few drops of venom derived from Santacmorroa’ snakes is sufficient to kill a health and well build human in merely couple of seconds but since Draco was Dragon it wasn’t lethal for him… however the dose needled in him was sufficient to make him unconscious and paralyzed for couple of hours.

“Then tell me, Velcira. Did you find it? Did you find the poison that is killing her?” Velcira’s fingers brushed the rim of the goblet. “Yes,” she said at last, her voice low. “It is venom. Not from any serpent or flower. It comes from him. From the beast within him. I had suspected, but I needed the night to be sure.” Mia’s head jerked up from the bedside. Her eyes were wide, her hand gripping Kaerith’s so tightly her knuckles blanched. “His beast?”

From what the black cat had discovered, it was all a great sin and cruelty that made it very angry. "Don't take too long, fill all the places with your poison and then I will burn this place to ashes!" said the black cat in a very cold voice. The green snake understood, and with a burst of poison from its mouth, all the places around the bandit headquarters turned into a green mist that filled the forest. Seeing the green mist certainly frightened the bandits, and the weak ones immediately fell due to the green snake's poison. "Die, you bastards!" The black fire tiger used its claws to slash at the bandit headquarters, and the black fire, which could not be extinguished by ordinary water, sp

The pain was so intense, my vision went black. I screamed and yanked my hand out. It was already turning black! The stone box clattered to the ground, and a strong smell of vampire venom filled the air! The smell our kind hates most! The venom was spreading fast up my fingers, like a living snake burrowing into my flesh! I quickly grabbed a nearby animal hide to try and stop it, but the venom seemed to have a life of its own, eating into my hand, causing unbearable pain. Sophia appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the cave entrance. She spoke in a lazy, sickly sweet but vicious voice:

Could smell the antiseptic and underneath it something else — something that felt, horribly, like the room already giving up. "Do it," I heard myself say. Everyone looked at me. "Do it." My voice steadied as I said it again. "I'd rather he die fighting than just — stop. Don't let him just stop." Katya studied me for a long moment. Then she nodded once. "Very well." The third antidote looked like blood. Dark red. Thick. Devon handled the glass vial with the careful reverence of someone who knew exactly what it was capable of. "This is derived from vampire venom," he said, drawing it into a syringe with hands that weren't entirely steady. "It works by overwhelming the foreign compound — forcin

Just a horrible choking sound. Then I felt it. My skin. Something was happening to my skin. Through the haze of pain, I lifted my hand. Watched in horror as black lines spread across my fingers. My palm. My wrist. The veins under my skin turned dark like ink spreading through water. "Wolf Venom," someone said. A healer. "She's been poisoned with Wolf Venom." More shouting. More chaos. Someone lifted me. Carried me away from the banquet hall. The world spun. Blurred.

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

The moment Theron touched the black veins, a sharp hiss of black smoke rose into the air, and Theron yanked his hands back in terror. "It is ancient Silver-Blight, Lord Malakai," Theron said, his voice shaking. "It is a cursed venom forged in shadow-vaults. Our herbs, sun-salves, and healing magic cannot touch it. The venom will reach his heart before nightfall." "Then find something that can touch it!" Malakai screamed, grabbing Theron by his collar and lifting him off the floor. "He is an Alpha of the Triad! You will cure him or I will throw you off the battlements!"