Cletus Venom Novels & Stories

She was wearing nothing beneath so he immediately gave a b**bs a squeeze. "Cisco.." Flame bit her lips. Cisco covered their body the sheet "Cisco wait, Cisco... Oww" Flame moaned out and the next minute her moans filled the room. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Rexton walked in the clan with a broken look on his face while the other members followed behind him while carrying a corpse that was covered with a piece of clothing The members of the clan all gathered as they watched with great curiosity.

Venom muttered “And the last is………..Nile” I pointed at him and he had a shocking and surprising look on “Me?” He asked pointing at himself “Hmmm, don't forget our deal, I trust you” I said to him and sat down “Wow why do I feel like this is emotional?” War said touching his eyes “Me too, I feel like crying” Asha replied “Amy take the bottle?” Kelvin passed it to me and I took it and spinned, it stopped right in front of Venom

It happened a dozen years ago. Declan was on bad terms with Lord Vedastus at that time. After Declan saw how Lord Vedastus had controlled Celandine City using Heart Eater, he wanted to create a scary poison that could hold up against Lord Vedastus’ too. Therefore, Declan had arranged for Mr. Cole to study and develop it with another person, and that person was Abner Porter, also known as the “King of Snakes.” Abner studied snakes, especially venomous snakes!

Thick layers of sweat covered his face and neck, his veins bulged as the venom flowed freely through his veins. His eyes began to flash from green to black. It was unlike any pain he had ever felt before and then the venom reached his heart and the pain stopped. Creed panted hard as if he had just run a hundred meters. He calmed his staggering breath noting that there was something different in him. In his thoughts, there was something very wrong in him and then it let out a howl making its presence known as the sound vibrated off the walls shaking the vicinity.

His suit was black, pressed, stiff as a funeral shroud. “I know about your arrangement with Giovanni Capetti,” she said, coolly. “The exchange. The promises. The lies.” He didn’t deny it. “Merchetti blood,” he said, almost with pride, “isn’t meant to die with two women in hiding.” Ellie laughed — sharp, venomous. “It’s not dying. It’s transforming.” He sneered. “Into what? A fairytale? A womb with teeth?” Ellie leaned forward. “Into something you can’t poison.”

His eyes lit up and he asked, "Melanie, do you have any ideas?" "Cobra venom contains neurotoxins, which damage the human nervous system and block neuromuscular transmission. Caleb is now experiencing mild muscle paralysis. Although the antivenom serum can stop the venom from continuing to spread, it is ineffective for the paralysis symptoms he has already developed," Melanie said. Professor Marshall nodded. In the ward, Caleb tremblingly said, "Professor? Can I still be cured?" "Of course, you can be cured. We already administered the antivenom serum." Professor Marshall turned to look at Caleb.

Both Ruben and Kat asked in unison. “Oh, don’t worry, precious…” Luisette chose to address Kat. “…this little concoction my witches came up with won’t kill him, it would certainly kill most vampires and most witches…as this is a special mix of Verbain, Hemlock and poison dart frog secretions…” Luisette was looking at Ruben, their eyes locking as Ruben had clearly started sweating profusely as he sunk down onto both knees and was huffing strangely. “…it will weaken him, precious…that is all…just long enough for us to get some of those cuffs on him also.”

Dark purple veins snaked violently beneath the surface of the carotid artery, like malevolent serpents. The blood vessels swelled eerily, pulsating with a sickening rhythm. With each heartbeat, those ghastly patterns writhed towards the chest. Arthur had planted a gene - locked, mutated neurotoxin. Maniacal laughter blared from the loudspeaker, a sadistic declaration of the ultimate wedding “gift” — hopeless despair with no cure. Vivienne flicked her wrist, and the tactical pouch on her outer thigh unzipped with a hiss. A medical - grade titanium steel hemostat, glinting like a predator's eyes, hurtled from her hand.