Black Widow Venom Bowling Ball Novels & Stories

Cory turned her attention to Mirrors while Titan was trying to cut Venom free. Hayden’s wolf snarled as it paced the room, agitated, looking for the old woman. He heard a high-pitched snicker as she reappeared, riding the vines as more of them shot through the window. The living room was becoming a maze of vines. The vines sprouted thorns just as Venom was released from their clutches. Venom gasped at the sight of the thorns. “Those thorns are poisonous! Don’t let them prick you!” Shouted Venom as he ducked under several thorny vines heading his way.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

He turned and ran inside, disappearing through a door I had never noticed before, and I followed him because I could not stand still and I could not stay away and I could not let Adrian go through this alone. He came out holding a bow and two arrows, his hands moving fast as he pulled a small vial from his pocket and poured the black liquid over the tips. The liquid was thick and dark and it soaked into the metal, turning it black, and I recognized it immediately. Wolfsbane. He was using wolfsbane on Adrian. His hands were shaking but he was fast, so fast, and I watched him nock the first arrow and then the second, his movements practiced and sure despite the tremble in his fingers.

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

He ensured back. I looked around the lobby once again to make sure that we are alone. I finally shoved my hand into my pocket and grabbed that chain in the cluster form and took it out. Noah was curiously looking at my hand. I grabbed one end of the chain and left the other end for the rest of chain to untangle As the chain unfolded infront of us, Noah's eyes Popped out of his sockets in shock. His face turned pale as his eyes were fixed on the metal chain filled with blood. Noah took the chain and rubbed his hand on the snake of that chain.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

He blinks and gulps, thick sweat beading on his forehead, and his hands clench into fists. “You know,” Alpha Dagon begins with a dark laugh, swirling a filled vial in front of his eyes like wine. “Once I complete this serum and figure out how to unlock the pure dominance trapped inside this blood, I will become the most powerful alpha this world has ever seen; there will be no more weak-blooded alphas. I will combine every pack as one. Ashborne pack will rule the werewolf world. We will be unstoppable, but I don't expect you to understand.’

"Get the treatment started, the best there is, I'm calling the shots here!" Once he hung up, his eyes darted to mine, a flicker of guilt betraying him. "Wren's taken a turn for the worse. She needs this special serum to kick her immune system into gear, and the one you've been waiting on just got here. Give it to her!" I could not help but scoff, my words deliberate and biting. "Is she even worth it?" That serum was worth a fortune. It was not something just anyone could buy. It had been reserved for my granddad five years ago, and I had called in more than a few favors to secure it.

I gripped the edge of the bed with my hand to keep from striking someone in my helplessness. "What is it? Speak!" I hissed. "A mixture of black widow extract and marsh wormwood," the healer said, drops of sweat rolling down his forehead. "That... that woman coated the tip of the spear. This doesn't just cause pain, my prince. This poison devours the nerves from the inside. That is why the blood won't clot, and why her body is fighting so violently." "Heal her," I stepped up to the old man, my voice so low it sounded more threatening than any shout. "If she dies, you won't live to see the sunrise either."

"Damn it, Evander, look at me! Your life depends on this. Open your goddamn mouth!" Using my thumb, I forcefully pried his jaw down, breaking the rigid, paralytic lock holding his muscles hostage. I carefully but aggressively poured the bubbling, crimson anti-venom straight down his throat, roughly massaging the thick column of his neck to force his involuntary swallowing reflex to kick in. "Come on," I whispered, my silver eyes wide, completely locked onto his pale, sunken face. "Fight it. You built the Blood Moon bloodline to be unbreakable. Prove it."