Blue Venom Strain Novels & Stories

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

Takashi stood back, and both watched as the man’s breathing quickened, and his wrist turned blue and spread all the way to his shoulder and was approaching his neck, when Jun knew she had seen enough. “Heal him now!” she yelled raising her gun. Takashi snapped out of it and injected him where he did earlier. They both watched as his veins weren’t so pronounced and the blue went away slowly. It took some time for him to come back, and he was on his feet. “What a rush” he grinned pushing his curls back. “Better than anything I’ve been on”. “I’ve never met anyone that likes to be poisoned before” Takashi stated. “What does it do?” she asked.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

All he could hear—over the distant rumble of thunder, over the muted hum of the city—was one name. Julian. It tasted like sin on his tongue, like salvation and poison rolled into one. He hated himself for saying it under his breath, for whispering it into the storm as though the man could hear him through the rain. Blue stopped in front of the window and stared out at the lightning splitting the sky in half. The reflection that stared back at him was a stranger—eyes too wild, jaw too tight, lips pressed into a grim line. “You said you’d let him go,” he muttered, the words cracking in the silence. “You promised.”

was being stripped from his plasma. On the other side of the glass, Nevan was no longer standing. He was convulsing on the floor of his cage. The Icarus Strain had sensed the antidote. It wasn't just a virus; it was a Syndicate masterpiece, and like any cornered predator, it was lashing out with everything it had. The black veins on Nevan’s body weren't just pulsing; they were thrashing beneath his skin, trying to tear through the dermis to reach the air.

Alex asked being confused. "Come on you should know it already. She was born in a Blue Moon. The purest blood runs in her veins. And there are very few pure blood people left. So when one can actually claim her in Blue Moon to mark her as his. But as she is already marked by another strong wolf who has the dark blood it would be easier for him to claim her and he doesn't need to do it in Blue Moon." Leonard's nose scrunched when those words got registered in his brain. But now that she already has a mark Lycan needs to wait for Blue Moon.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

They were patrolling the main paved walkways with heavy assault rifles, but they stayed strictly to the concrete. They had absolutely no idea that the beautiful, midnight-purple orchids softly brushing against the toes of their combat boots were Viper’s Breath—a highly illegal, genetically modified strain I had personally cultivated years ago. If a single delicate petal was crushed, it released a completely odorless, skin-absorbent neuro-paralytic toxin.

He said and winked at me while I was still treating him. " Don't call me jaggery!! " " Then how about a mango?? You fit your description of a mango. And I want to drown in you." he said. " Ewww... Go and rest " I said with my face absolutely red. " I swear, you look very tempting when you blush and I want to eat you... you turn red and look like a tomato, strawberry, or red apple when you blush.. so if you want I can call you anything out of these when you blush. "

I thought he seemed familiar, and a closer look at him now, I knew he was the waiter that had almost walked into me earlier, back at the gala. Thinking about it, it had seemed suspicious, but I didn’t pay much attention. “The doctor found some heavy traces of nicotine in your blood sample, Seraphina,” Lazaro continued, his tone taking an edge, as he walked over to the limp frame of the man. “It turns out this bastard here,” he threw a heavy punch in the man’s face, rousing him from his slumber, “had mixed in about a hundred and fifty milligrams of nicotine into the champagne he served you. He’d prepared it specially for you. To kill you.”