Double Deja Vu Strain Novels & Stories

Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everbloods. The Veyla Dust however, every single one of us, Cursed, Ever and even the Pureblood. A goddamn weapon mass-produced for war.

Matteo said and his voice sounded like he was reading a grocery list instead of talking about a massacre. "We have the ledger and we have the bypass device, but you need to sit down and let me check your pulse because the Master Strain is clearly doing something to your head that we didn't anticipate," I said as I walked toward him and tried to touch his forehead but he stepped back with a speed that I couldn't even follow with my eyes.

He looked at me like he would devour me. "Here. You need this." Jazzie said as she handed me a blue straw that was on fire or atleast smoky at the end. "What is this?" I asked as I eyed the thing that she had between her fingers. Her smirk had me eyeing her suspiciously. She brought the straw to her lips and inhaled. I watched as she held out the straw again. She slowly blew smoke out her mouth towards me. The smell of leaves and pine hit me full force. "It will help you relax. It's fine I promise." She said a she gestured for me to take the straw.

"Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." Dane was happy when he thought he saw a light coming opposite his position, he ran immediately but accidentally tripped on a wire that activated a string of wires tying his leg in a motion, dragging him upward with his right leg hanging in the air, he bumped his head in the tree and passed out, his bag slipped out of his hand.

I brought it closer to my nose, I wanted to know if I could detect what it was. “What is it?” Jaylen asked. “I think the people at home were drugged,” I said what I suspected. Jaylen took the cup from my hand and placed it near his nose. “I know this smell,” Jaylen said, trying to figure it out. I took another cup from the table and brought it near my nose. It had a fainty sweet scent like cotton candy, I know this smell, I have seen something like this at the headquarters, “It's Benzodiazepines.”

The smell of something sweet lingered in the air, the strange scent made my insides warm. “What’s that smell? It’s like bubble gum, or some kind of candy.” I asked Adley as she looped her arms through mine and Ally’s, hauling us down the crowded sidewalk. “It’s delirium mist.” Ally explained with a smirk on her red-painted lips. “In large doses it can cause severe hallucinations and death. In small ones it loosens you up, makes you happier.” “It helps them bring in money from the newbies.” Adley snorted, rolling her eyes at Ally. She gave me a reassuring grin and held the Obsidian pass between her fingers. “Thanks to this baby, it’ll be free drinks all night.”

Sarah added quietly. Everyone in the room went still. The Strain. The genetic mutation that occurred in approximately one in every million humans. A quirk of DNA that made their blood toxic to supernaturals. Not just mildly toxic. Lethally toxic. One drop of Strain-positive blood in a werewolf's system would cause seizures. Two drops would cause organ failure. Three drops would kill them within minutes. It was the Vigil's holy grail. The weapon they'd been trying to weaponize for decades.

ARABELLA. “I told you, didn’t I? I told you there was something strange about Veronica and Sam. “ Those are the first words Dex says to me as he takes the seat beside me, angrily dropping his bag to the floor and I look around us to make sure he hasn’t attracted any attention before I turn back to him. “Wow. Calm down. And keep your voice down. “ I tell him and he sighs, taking too many deep breaths. “Not even a hello?” I smile and he shakes his head. “Sorry. I was just too pissed and needed to let that out. “

"No way. Fuck that third floor. That's for addicts and whores. We're neither, not yet at least. Later, bro." "Later." Drake hung up and dropped the phone into his bag. Kadia was the hottest night club in all of New York. Getting in was going to be a bitch, unless you were a DeMarco or a Castaletta. Good thing Drake was both.

Now, I had my Dipshit. “You’re smart too, Ethan. I’m just surprised because I never thought I’d know the truth.” I looked at the photos, and noticed they were of different body parts. Their labels explained the date it was taken and what type of wolfsbane strain was involved. There were three primary strains of wolfsbane. A, B, C. There are five primary sub strains. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. It was very straightforward. The photographs showed a mixture of most the strains.