Female Venom Novels & Stories

It smelled faintly like the sickly sweet smell of wolf's bane, but at the same time, it burned my nose and throat. "So, my rebellious pet awakens." I turn slowly towards the voice that's been the main contributor to this never-ending nightmare that's become my life. Marren slowly comes into focus and he looks none too happy. His usually cold green eyes now swirl with anger and a strange hunger. His blood lust is coming off of him in such heavy waves I feel nothing but fear. Suffocating fear. I want to pass out from the nerves but, for some reason, my mind is buzzing.

He gestured with his chin, eager to return to the initial topic. "She's called la vedova nera (The black widow)." Girls like her hardly come up. When her sorts are sold like I told you earlier, it's always reserved for the last and the best. For her to be chosen, she likely has the devil's spirit in her. Girls like her have two invaluable particular traits, and they are; being extremely beautiful and intelligent, mixed with a little feistiness, and she can be the bane of a man's life, and last time I checked some men do admire the wildfire in a woman. I'm sure the others consider her a wild stallion to be tamed. That's where all the thrill is."

My ears picked up the sound of a basilisk slithering nearby, indicating the closely related demons had decided to team up and wreak havoc through the already destroyed city. "My master is more powerful than you, Dear Prince," the serpent-like woman hisses, her forked tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, "You are beneath me; even in the land you hope to rule someday, you have no power over me." She replies, her lips curving in a smile before she spits venom at me. The venom is meant to burn through my wings, creating an opening in my makeshift sound shield so that she can finish luring the children, but my flames are stronger than she anticipated, causing the venom to evaporate before i

Nadia spun around in hopes to catch another glimpse of the vampire. She then shut her eyes tight as a lump formed in her throat. This isn’t happening, she thought. Impossible..She continued. It was an irrevocably overwhelming rush of emotions when realizing that the villainous creature was her mate. Coyotes do not mate with such a bond much less to the opposite species. Vampires were cruel and unworthy. Their sole purpose is to kill and devour-that’s it. Whatever heart felt emotions they had were long gone and nonexistent. They weren’t capable of such responsibilities other than drinking blood.

I asked. "The gods are telling us something. The ancient lock must have something to do with Veronica.....check if it's on her neck, if it is she is the daughter of the last emperor and only one strong enough to kill the Balian's king. When removed she will become as strong and blood thirsty , one thousand vampires together. As long as she is wearing it , her powers will be subdued and she will be just like a human."she said . "Okay, I will check. If she is, that means her being my mate is okay." I asked.

the woman said as she held Alpha Bryan's hand trying to beg him. Alpha Bryan burst out in an evil laugh. His eyes turned red, and the whole building burned in fire. Looking in his eyes, the woman was terrified. She doesn't know that the man in front of her is a beast, a monster. Alpha Bryan held the woman in the neck and raised her in the air while staring at her coldly. "P-please s-stop," the woman begged as she desperately needed a way to breathe. "You dare me to threaten and will ruin me to my mate. Then, I'll grant your death wish, slut," he said coldly. In an instant, the woman's head separated to her body and her head flew in the flames.

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

Images of her breasts bouncing flash through my mind, and I smile—all mine. I watch her white lycan form as she approaches the first human maid. This is it; there is no going back to the old ways after this. These females will either die or change. They will either find mates or go rogue like so many others. Vanessa grabs the first girl with visible reluctance, but she doesn't hesitate. The maid exposes her neck, and Vanessa bites. The latch is a good one, and after a few moments, the maid begins to show signs of feeling the venom. I ignore her cries as my mate moves onto the next female and the next. Soon all 24 maids are in different stages of agony, and I can tell it is bothering my mate.

Fangs grazed the vulnerable skin. He drew in her air, hands veins bulging, as if trying to fuse her into his own flesh and blood. The temperature in the confined space surged. A purple-black mass at his chest swelled grotesquely. A barbed, venomous tendril split the skin, secreting corrosive slime inches from Vivienne’s throat. The lethal tip hovered, millimeters from severing an artery. Logic clawed its way back into Alexander’s mind at the sight. “Roar—!”

“Do you also like to perform favors for those you feed?” Growing quiet, I wait while the woman looks at me, a clear war happening behind her stormy gray eyes that watch me. “No,” she says softly, pressing herself against me. “I like to only feed.” At her words, the first woman huffs in annoyance, and before her friend can provide her neck for me, she climbs on my lap and then brushes her hair aside so that I have perfect access to her throat. Feeling a wave of disgust rush through me, I let my canines extend until they’re pressing against the woman’s flesh and then pierce it so a whimper of satisfaction escapes her as my venom starts to flow through her bloodstream.