Blue Venom Strain Novels & Stories

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.

A murmur rippled through the hall. Rhun exhaled slowly. “That answer would suffice from any other Alpha.” Kael’s jaw tightened by a fraction. “But not from you,” Rhun continued. “Because you are not like the others.” No. He wasn’t. Blue Alphas were never like the others. They were containers. Vessels. They absorbed what others bled out — grief, resentment, unspoken violence. The things that tore packs apart. Over time, it accumulated, pressing inward until the Alpha either shattered… or disappeared.

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

"********* When it was almost completely dark,, at about the closing hours of Innosine from work, Innosine asked his friend, Dalin, to meet him up at their usual club. They met there, and Innosine tabled before him about the circumstances surrounding him and his supposed bride to be, Somira. "Honestly man... My dad if seriously forcing her on me, and I do not want her even an inch close to me at all… cos the sight of her irritates me like mad!" He spoke with so much disgust in his tone, with his face shrinking as he demonstrates his hate for Somira. "Please dude, I want us to talk about it, because as it stands now, I am just so losing it, and I wouldn't mind unleashing my rage on that basta

Unsure how to turn his Small Thousand Worlds into Moderate Thousand Worlds, Severin lamented, "Well, we can only take things one step at a time." He shook his head to suppress his thoughts and quickly took out the Bluefire Throughspirit Liquid he received from Heath. The liquid was a greenish-blue hue, and the surface exuded a faint layer of glow from a flame. Those who were in close contact with it would feel a blazing hot temperature blowing toward one's face.

“—is the true way to fight and win fair and square.” Dario had already concluded that this man was mad but he was dying to see the face behind the voice. He let the voice continue. “I made you overdose on wolfsbane. Luckily for you Lycans, it only weakens your Lycans for a while.” Dario took in several breaths to stabilize his train of thought. Breathe in, Dario. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The heavy pneumatic security doors hissed open. "Move, Seraphina!" Alistair shouted, grabbing a heavy metal tray from the side table to defend himself. Behind us, Vane scrambled up from the shattered pieces of the console. He looked at the blaring screens, at the data feeds showing his multi-billion-dollar empire dissolving into nothing. His eyes fell on the remaining sterile canister of my blood—the highly toxic, unstable strain I had just brewed within my own marrow. "No... no, I won't lose," Vane whimpered, his voice cracking into a terrifying, psychotic register. "It's the Alpha strain. It's the cure. It has to be the cure!"

Ava asked, her heart beginning to drum a frantic rhythm against her ribs. "We used the Alpha Strain," Elena said, a tear finally escaping. "It saved you. It rebuilt your immune system. But the Blue Rose was never meant to be permanent. It was designed to require a stabilizer—a synthetic protein that only the Vanes and the Millers knew how to synthesize." Ava looked at her hands. They looked normal. But she could feel a strange, cold hum beneath her skin that she had always attributed to nerves. "And if I don't get the stabilizer?"