Blue Venom Strain Novels & Stories

Now, I had my Dipshit. “You’re smart too, Ethan. I’m just surprised because I never thought I’d know the truth.” I looked at the photos, and noticed they were of different body parts. Their labels explained the date it was taken and what type of wolfsbane strain was involved. There were three primary strains of wolfsbane. A, B, C. There are five primary sub strains. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. It was very straightforward. The photographs showed a mixture of most the strains.

Heading to the bathroom, she grabbed her hair dye and an old t-shirt. She had been dyeing her hair ever since she had left her family. Her natural flaming red hair and deep blue eyes would give her identity away--they were traits that only the royal family had. But with dark brown hair, she could pass as a southerner. If her father and older brother, Leon, could see her now, she wasn't sure they would recognise her anyway. She had spent a little over four years with the Bridgewater pack, and time had changed her childish features into that of a woman. She wore her hair shorter now, and her father's high cheekbones and rounded nose made her look younger than she truly was. She was a late bloo

One of the most expensive cigars in the world. But even that's not quite right. Because wrapped around the premium tobacco leaf is something else. Something darker. More potent. Lotus Blue. A supernatural variant of cannabis that costs ten thousand dollars per gram. Grown in hidden greenhouses by vampire cultivators who've perfected the strain over centuries. It doesn't just get you high. It sharpens the mind. Heightens the senses. Makes everything clearer. More focused. Perfect for a man who needs to think. To plan. To strategize.

The liquid inside is a vivid, unnatural purple, too bright to be anything good. My breath catches. My father holds it up like he’s showing me a jewel. “This,” he says, “is not wolf’s bane.” My blood freezes. “It’s a newer dose,” he continues lightly, eyes never leaving mine. “A refinement. More… enthusiastic. We call it Vesperbane.” The name sounds like dusk and death. He shifts closer to Adrian. Adrian’s eyes flare, rage, warning, refusal. He strains against the chains, gag muffling whatever sound he tries to make.

"What relation do you have with the other kid who pulled the cart earlier?" The police chief began the preliminary interrogation of Ravyn without ascending to the judicial bench. Ravyn started feeling that something was off. She knew she could escape if she wanted to, but she was curious about how such a significant issue had arisen. As the police confiscated the disputed property, she caught a whiff of an intoxicating aroma—a sweet floral scent with a faint hint of iron and earth. She immediately recognized it as Vesselbane, an herb that can detoxify. However, its side effects, even in very small doses, can do more harm than good to the body if not cooked properly. When heated, it becomes c

Verik's tremble knit in folds, annoyed by the outcome. “Unless he was already weakened by something, and someone deliberately brought him there, my alpha examined the corpse, brought back a sample of the blood, and identified a dark blue substance that appeared to be poison,” Jorah called out, sparking a flurry of whispers. Rusland said. Maddox agreed, and Myra felt a surge of relief as he turned to Jorah and then Draven. “You said the poison was blue, correct?” Maddox said as they all turned to him, “That’s what I want to talk about. I may have encountered this strange phantom too. My guards, who claimed to have seen humans, were shot down with blue poison too,” he called.

Immediately, she sunk in her seat. Vincent cracked a small smile. “Looks like someone’s paying him… I always got the feeling he was a prostitute,” nervously, Blue glanced towards Vincent. It seemed his joke had been lost on her. “But look, he’s getting out his checkbook—why would he trade money for money?” Squinting at the man who leafed through a bloated envelope and reached into his back pocket, Blue found herself holding her breath. Oddly enough, if only for a second, she felt she was seated in the front seat of the car; glancing around nervously, checking the lock on the door, tucking an envelope in her suit, and paying a strange man in a decrepit vehicle. Lifting a finger to the window,

Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everbloods. The Veyla Dust however, every single one of us, Cursed, Ever and even the Pureblood. A goddamn weapon mass-produced for war.

I think I heard it when Aaron was telling me but I could not think when he did mention it. “Well, Craving Virus was the substance that gives Blue Blood their superhuman strength and speed. They also have great night vision than humans. If so, I wish to learn their secret,” my master said as I was looking at him. “Sir?” His Holiness turned to look at me as he was staring outside the window. He smiled weakly before he took his seat.

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.