Carlton Drake Venom Novels & Stories

Standing in front of Allister was Drake. He was shirtless with a pair of black denim jeans. His arms were covered with Allister’s blood. Next to the pair was a cart of medical insstruments and syringes full of drugs and wolfsbane. Allister let out a scream as Drake ran the scalpel down his arm for the tenth time. I stood by the cell door and watched as my friend got the revenge he was seeking. Drake knew not to kill him. Not until I got the information that I needed and Seraphina got a chance at him.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

“But don’t get any ideas, Magnus.” His tone had changed and I expected a surprise “Celest has already been poisoned.” My body tensed. Drace’s smile widened. He was savoring my reaction. I took a slow step forward. “You’re bluffing.” Drace chuckled. “Am I?” He gestured toward one of his men, who immediately retrieved a small glass bottle containing a murky, greenish liquid. “This is what’s flowing through her veins as we speak. A rare toxin derived from the Venin Serpent.”

CHASE I blacked out for a moment but I revived quickly. My senses knew what would happen if we didn't get out of the shitty situation we found ourselves in. "It's a Wendigo!! It's a f*cking Wendigo!!" Damon screamed on top of his lunga line the mindlink.

I asked, “What do they do to you?” “You don’t need to answer that.” I looked over at the new voice and saw Drake leaning against the wall. Of course, the vampire was able to sneak up on us. He had three thousand years of practice, the undead bastard. Marcus didn’t like it though, and growled at him. Drake just raised an eyebrow at him and an amused smile played across his lips. “What the hell?” I asked, and Drake turned his gaze to mine. “Are you torturing him?” “Of course not,” Drake said, “Although I suspect his demon might have a different answer. But I assure you that Mr Stokes is not doing anything he hasn’t agreed to.” I glanced over at Colton, who nodded his head in agreement.

“Just like how a snake targets before striking, is how Eliano Merchetti plays” The soft pop and crackle of vinyl whispered through the old mahogany walls, and the needle finally settled on its groove. Then came that voice — velvet smooth and aching. “Only you… can make all this world seem right…”

Jaxon grinned, putting off his cigarette. "Vaughn isn't trying to find her husband's killers again. Perfect charade to fool black men," Maddox said. "And it worked." Drexton walked to the wall and picked up an ink. He stretched his hand, slicing the air into an X pattern, as he splashed the ink on the wall. The ink met the wall with a loud splash, landing on the ground as the content he wanted to show slowly revealed itself. It was a viper, the mouth wide open as it spat out venom.

He sneered, "Thinking of running? You better give me a good explanation about the death of my saintman!" Calvert stepped in to close the gap of the escape route. He raised his hand and locked down the space around them. Then he looked at Carson and said with a cold tone, "Don't forget about the Dragonoid! Drake too is killed by Severin. Be prepared to face my anger if I don't get a valid explanation!"

I need to notice these things. Pulling on leggings and a hoodie I freeze seeing what drake had chosen to wear, he frowns looking at me as I stare at the red and blue T-shirt and work out shorts. Understanding passes over his features as he nods “Today is the day?” I nod my head as he goes to the drawer and he lifts 2 glass veils of wolfsbane tea. He throws one at me, so I pocket the little bugger and finish getting dressed. As we reach the hall Baylee walks out of her room and freezes when she sees what drakes wearing. Her eyes snap to me, worry all over her sad little face as she rushes into drake's arms.

The screams spread like wildfire as Drake's carefully bred venomous insects swarmed the soldiers. These were no ordinary bugs. Each one was engineered to elicit maximum fear—oversized, aggressive, and utterly alien-looking. Drake chuckled darkly. "These little beauties are far more effective than the fog. They'll shred morale, create panic, and break their spirit. Leopold, once they're rattled, move in and finish the job. Fast and clean." Leopold stood stunned, watching the chaos unfold. The effectiveness of Drake's venom craft was overwhelming. His tactics were a terrifying combination of range, stealth, and unpredictability. It was practically invincible!