Cletus Venom Novels & Stories

Third person POV: Bianca was furious on Draco when he rejected her, as of for Draco when he was busy talking to Saltus through their mind link Bianca seized that opportunity and pulled out four sharp needle from her behind her hair with were coated with deadly venom derived from a deadly snake named ‘Santacmorroa’, just few drops of venom derived from Santacmorroa’ snakes is sufficient to kill a health and well build human in merely couple of seconds but since Draco was Dragon it wasn’t lethal for him… however the dose needled in him was sufficient to make him unconscious and paralyzed for couple of hours.

Eventually, he grew tired of punishing me and decided to end my life instead. On that fateful day, I was prepared to die, to escape the years of unjust suffering. I was ready to bid farewell to this unfair world. However, when they threw my lifeless body into the middle of the forest, they believed I was already dead. Little did they know, Celine, my loyal friend, possessed the power of Venom, which she intentionally injected into my body to halt my heartbeat. As my body was discarded like trash, Celine swiftly retrieved it and shielded me with her protective abilities. From that day forward, I awoke and managed to hide from my father's wrath. But then, tragedy struck when Celine fell in lov

Now that she announced herself as a witch, Kim wasn't sure what she was capable of. "How and why? I don't even know you" Kim pointed out. This was all really strange. Considering all the bad karma she racked up, she knew this wasn't a something for nothing offer. "I know you, all of you. And you'll know me soon enough. As to how…" she trailed off reaching up her sleeve. Kim tensed, ready to dodge if she pulled out a gun. Instead Raven withdrew a syringe filled with a yellow liquid. She wondered for a moment how she hid that up her sleeve with the needle attached but didn't ask. "This is shifter venom. Very rare considering the werewolves have been extinct for more than one thousand years. Se

They need a paper trail," Kaelen muttered, his thoughts racing as he analyzed his vulnerabilities. They need witnesses. He thought of the people who might lead them back to himself. Only two men knew the full extent of his treason Vance and Marcus. While he doesn't know the whereabouts of Marcus who had vanished into the lower sectors during the bakery raid he knew exactly where his Vanguard commander was hiding. Kaelen realized he had to take care of Vance, and he had to do it right now, before they would call him out to testify before the assembled elders. Moving with a frantic, quiet efficiency, Kaelen walked over to his private medicine cabinet hidden behind a heavy velvet drapery. He pu

Venom said “Who, Cabot? Did you murder him in his sleep? You knew that would be the only way to ensure my aid.. You answer me.. Now!” He stuttered through some bullshit “We don’t know who killed him. We found him one morning.. he had been dead several hours.” I said “He’s lying.” Venom nodded at me “I caught it.. his voice wavered.. Cabot Stone.. I hereby renounce all ties to you. We are no longer brothers. If you ever cross my path again.. I will kill you.” He grabbed my hand and walked us out to the bikes. He yelled “Mount up, Men! We ride!” As soon as he cranked his bike over, I climbed on.. and we headed home.

"It’s a localized coagulant neurotoxin. Arthur Vance’s old research from the Oakhaven facility. They’re coating the rounds, Vulture. Even a graze will freeze the lungs in twenty minutes if we don't counter it." "Can you neutralize it?" Kaelen’s voice came from the open doorway. The leader of the Strays stepped into the room, his winter-sky eyes tracking the dark fluid in the syringe. His face was a mask of cold fury, his knuckles raw and bleeding from his own close-quarters skirmish on the ridge.

Of course, many had missing limbs, which was something we could do nothing about, but the soldiers in our care healed quickly and lived. Sometimes the cure was basic first aid and natural healing, while other times we gave the victim some of our blood. Different from our venom, our blood has healing powers for humans, but only if the victim wasn't seriously hurt. After drinking our blood-of course, we told them it was a special elixir as we gave it to them in a metal cup-they would heal and make a quick recovery, never being the wiser of our deception.

A new image materialized in the air, going back to the hours before the attack. In the image, Chloe snuck into the armory and took a small vial from her cloak. She coated my silver dagger with the liquid from the vial, her movements chillingly practiced. "This is silverfrost venom," Marcus explained, his voice grim. "It's designed to suppress a werewolf's strength and block their healing." Damon, Leo, and every member of the pack who now knew the truth stared at Chloe in utter shock.

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.

Grace stopped crying and sneered. "Why are you all blaming me without even looking at what you've done? When Clara said she'd been bitten by a snake, you didn't believe her and called it an act. "When I said I'd been bitten, you all rushed to me and gave me the only dose of antivenom. I said I wanted the hospital, and you kept pressuring Clara to hand it over. Did you ever once ask if she was even willing to pass it to me?"