Black Widow Venom Bowling Ball Novels & Stories

"She wants to wait for intelligence reports while that freak anchors his roots into my father's council. We strike tonight, while his scent is still fresh." "But the Luna commanded—" "The Luna does not see the speed of the infection!" Tahlia barks, reaching into her tactical belt and drawing a small, reinforced glass vial containing a writhing, pitch-black viper from the Blacktide marshes. "Drop this over his balcony guide-rail." Brena’s skin goes completely white under her hair. "A Blacktide adder? The venom liquefies the blood core within three minutes... it will look like a wild mountain accident if it breaches his furs, but..."

For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to provide sustenance and yet there was something unsettling about being able to taste the life force of one of your closest friends. The vampire closed the cover of their tablet still frowning at the witch who was now glaring daggers into the marble surface of the work counter. "There isn't enough of what?" Bobby asked after exchanging looks with Alex. "Water." Ursula barked, straightening and looking to the ceiling, shoulders slumping. "Johnny had all of the full bottles of water containing the poison. Over half of them were destroyed when he was attacked." "B

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

After coming up with a plan, she took note of the things she needed and quickly picked them up. She noticed that in a section of the room, there were different bottles with poisonous substances in them. One of them was snake venom. Thinking about how Stok moved around with different types of poison, she decided to also hold something that might come in handy. She put on gloves and dipped her bullets in the snake venom before loading her gun. Afterward, she walked toward the ladder took one last look at Shawn, and ran back to the bed. She kissed his cheeks and said, "Shawn, I just need forty minutes. I promise I'll be back within forty minutes, okay?"

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

On top of it sat a bowl made of heavy, dark silver. "This is the Bowl of Truth," she said. "Drop your blood into it. If you have the Alpha blood of Blueclaw in your veins, the silver will turn gold. If you’re a liar... it will turn black." I felt my stomach drop. I had the blood. I was an Alpha’s daughter. The silver would turn gold. But the bowl reacted to the essence of the wolf. If it felt a female wolf where a male was supposed to be, it would smoke. It would scream the truth.

Black veins emanated from the cuts, racing up her arm as if corrupt roots searching for a foothold. "No!" I screamed in frustration and broke away from the two who were attacking me to get to her. "Victory!" Cassian's mother laughed in pure enjoyment. “That would be the shadowvenom,” she proudly declared. “Especially engineered for decades of painstakingly conducted research to corrupt Luna essence at the source. In less than an hour, she’ll be no better than the First Daughter. Strong, totally insane, and mine to manipulate as I please.”

I wasn’t done with the one that I had started with, but my demon wanted the blood of Bradley more than anything. My eye’s caught him and he tripped over a black toolbox that he hadn’t seen behind him, and I walked directly to him, staring into his eyes, and discovering his sins, I discovered that he stole a snake and starved it to death, wanting to use its skin as a steering wheel cover. I shapeshifted into that very snake and wrapped myself around his body, strangling him slowly. One by one, the vertebrae in his back snapped, and my demon was smiling.

"I'll die first." "Then I'll make sure even hell won't accept your soul." Serena hissed before lashing an elbow down his spine. That was her stink. Marconi yelled as the pain travelled all over his body. He dropped to the floor, his hand on his back, the pain excruciatingly taking over his mentality; so intensely that he was forgetting about himself. His bowels emptied themselves all over his pants. The big yellow viper wasn't tattooed on her back for nothing; she wasn't referred to as the Lord's most dangerous predator just cause. She earned it. Her venom would hit you so bad, like she said, hell itself would reject your soul.