Black Widow Venom Bowling Ball Novels & Stories

"About whether you had a brain or not. Sigh, I thought you both only lack the witts, I can see that it's the same for common sense as well." "You bitch! Are you fucking insulting us?! Toxic Ball!" When the woman said this, there formed a purple, ball-shaped thing in her hand. "Vines!" The woman's friend, on the other hand, generated vines with thorns in them using both of her hands to manipulate them. It positioned with its edges pointed at Celestin, seemingly ready to attack her. They were about to throw it at Celestin but she just nodded.

She watched as he struggled to squeeze his towering, hideous body through the steel door. “Come in here and I will blow your ass away,” Olivia said under her breath while pointing her Beretta M-12 at the Boneseeker Man’s head with lethal precision. She waited to pull the trigger. Olivia knew the bullets would take time to penetrate the Boneseeker Man’s armored reptilian skin, but it was worth a try.

He misses, then the man lunges,but havoc ducks and drives his elbow straight into the guy’s throat and he crumples. Wasting no time, we rush into the warehouse.

Each section shifted slightly out of rhythm with the next, creating a subtle, continuous ripple that made it difficult to focus on any single part of it for too long, as though the creature refused to be read properly. “Yeah,” Hayes said, adjusting his stance behind his shield as he watched it approach, “I preferred the ants.” The creature’s head lifted slowly, mandibles clicking together as it fixed on them, and a faint red glow flickered into place above it. Venom Burrower — Level 12 (Elite) Riley let out a slow breath as he settled his grip on the bow, already adjusting his footing without thinking about it. “That’s not a warm-up.” “No,” Aria replied, her voice quiet but certain as she sh

Dark purple veins snaked violently beneath the surface of the carotid artery, like malevolent serpents. The blood vessels swelled eerily, pulsating with a sickening rhythm. With each heartbeat, those ghastly patterns writhed towards the chest. Arthur had planted a gene - locked, mutated neurotoxin. Maniacal laughter blared from the loudspeaker, a sadistic declaration of the ultimate wedding “gift” — hopeless despair with no cure. Vivienne flicked her wrist, and the tactical pouch on her outer thigh unzipped with a hiss. A medical - grade titanium steel hemostat, glinting like a predator's eyes, hurtled from her hand.

“I hear the sir talking that your daughter is a healer? I think that it is the perfect weapon for her considering that her hands might be full in the future.” My father and brother stand up to stand on either side of me to examine the crossbow. “What about the bullets?” My brother inquires. “Instead of an arrow, it's loaded with metal balls that are powerful enough to destroy a demon’s gem. The weapon itself is made of Mythril, so you can rest assured of its quality.”

He walked toward me, joking with Jared about how he’d have been dead if he hadn’t caught me in time. "The Luna knows Moonshade can’t survive a day without me. She’d never kill me," Jared responded with exaggerated confidence. I laughed. My first real laugh since yesterday. "You should be resting after taking care of the pack all day, Ari," Vayne said, voice full of concern. "I will. I just need to finish testing these, stop by the clinic, and then I’m done." I dropped the crossbow and started arranging bottles of shade serpent venom into a brown carton. The blue liquid corroded living tissues. Mixed with silver, it became a slow, agonizing poison for wolves.

However, the threads the ants were pulling were clearly the radial ones, leaving the spider in the middle without any resistance. But the reason Ethan Brooks nearly jumped out of his skin was because he recognized this type of spider. Glossy black all over, with a plump abdomen featuring a red marking, its scientific name is Latrodectus hesperus. Also known as the black widow. The toxicity of the black widow is 15 times that of a rattlesnake; a bite from her could really make you suffer! Ethan Brooks felt like he was having a nightmare, as he would normally avoid such creatures at all costs, yet these ants had kidnapped one!

Shauna said mercilessly. Immediately, John started cursing at her with a sinister look on his face, “S-Shauna! You whore! You dirty slut! You bitch! You'll die a thousand deaths!” Chase was still indifferent as he said, “No wonder you’re called Black Widow. You can even kill your man so mercilessly.” Even though he was saying that, a Five-Thunder Talisman had already appeared in his other hand. He wanted to use the talisman to summon five thunders. One strike of thunder could cover a circumference of about ten to 13 meters. Five of them would be enough to take out the mercenaries around him.

I would show them who the real psychotic bitch was. I walked to my drawer and opened the velvet-lined box hidden beneath my clothes. A tiny glass vial lay inside, filled with a faint greenish powder... crushed wolfsbane, soaked and dried in silverwater, potent enough to weaken even a strong alpha. I coated my nails in it slowly, lovingly, letting the poison seep into the beds beneath. It tingled at first, then burned. Good. Pain meant it was working. I moved through the corridors like a shadow, cloaked in silence and wrath. My steps led me to her chamber—Aurelia. That perfect, patient, bleeding-heart little queen. Her door stood slightly ajar, the light inside dim. Odd.