Female Venom Novels & Stories

Something about her felt familiar. “What did you do to her?” I spat, even as my heart thumped heavily against my ribs. I pulled Vanya out of the elevator. When I checked her pulse she was breathing calmly like she was asleep. “Vampire venom. It's in the Air conditioning. She should be fine after a few hours. It's a defense system installed by Nuel. The Comtesse venom affects only Mundanes,” she added. Nuel? Does she know Nuel? I pulled Vanya towards the couch at the center of the room and carefully placed her on it before walking towards the lady.

Real bone. “Velmorra’s a place of power,” Vittorio said beside me, low. “Her family came from bloodlines touched by spirits. Voodoo. Magic.” No wonder I felt like I’d walked into a fucking spell. The three of us stepped inside. Instantly, the scent hit me—rosemary, old wax, burnt sugar. And something wilder. Like ash and lightning. I froze. Because the woman sitting in the center of the room? She looked like Malva. Almost. But her hair—red. Bright, twisted into locks like flame. Her eyes were sharper. Her energy colder. Malva gave warmth. This one gave war.

She screamed in pain as her now fragile body connected with the hardwood flooring, her shoulder dislocating, sending red-hot agony pulsing through her body. "I gave you my trust." Venom dripped from Freya's lips as she picked the discarded cell phone off the floor, pulverising it into dust with her hand. Fury suffused her, her feral side dominating. She loomed over the fallen woman, talons out, fangs bared, black pitiless eyes boring into her curled up body.

The vampire above her smiled, his eyes conveying a kindness she'd never seen, his words gentle and filled with sorrow. "I must re-break your limbs so they will heal properly. But then I will feed from you and heal what I can afterward." She tried to speak, but only whimpering noises came from her damaged throat. Vampires did not waste the kiss of life on female cats. She passed out shortly after he began. When she awoke, Madayah was cleaning her with a soft cloth. Nikka had never known kindness from men or women. The female cats of her pride fought against each other for every scrap of food needed to survive. Nikka had seen countless women killed just because a male cat got angry. Beastkind

His eyeballs burst and blood squirted from the holes. The room grew cold, and a beautiful woman appeared. While everyone was dressed in white, this woman wore an evening gown of pale sea foam green with jewels embedded in it. She looked as if she might have been to the opera. Her hand was bejeweled, and her dark hair was swept up high. She was beautiful, and I knew that she was the one who had sired Alexis. She was his first. She was so old. She belonged to a different Council. Through Alexis, I knew what few Vampires knew, that there were hundreds of Councils, each with different levels of power. These Vampires who stood on the sidelines and watched the world develop governed the Elders. Th

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.

Venom had been a werewolf. “Would she have Venom’s lupine abilities? Strength, speed, shifting, highly sensitive sense of smell, perfect eyesight,” listed off Hayden. Corinna frowned, realising her nose was not picking up more scents than usual. Her vision also did not seem clearer. She tried to pick up the heavy wooden writing desk in the corner. She grunted. Her back ached. She slumped back down on the edge of the bed and shook her head, her chest heaving a little.

The notion of a joke for a second chance mate struck me as anything but humorous; to me, the moon goddess possessed a twisted sense of irony. Leaning closer to Brock, I whispered urgently as a council member droned on about pack business. Soon, they'd pass the spotlight to us. "We've got a problem—Vincent's emitting some kind of sex pheromone that's wreaking havoc. Notice how every unmated female's practically swooning? They can't take their eyes off him up there on the stage."

Daemonikai hissed. Vladya growled. Pain suddenly exploded through Daemonikai’s senses, so blinding it would have brought a lesser man to his knees. Pheromones. Vladya had blasted him with pheromones, demanding submission. The scent rose in the air, musky and thick, it was choking. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" Daemonikai spat, his voice tight with pain. Claws dug into Daemonikai’s side, causing another scorching jolt of agony. Blood stained his robe, warm and sticky. Vladya unleashing yet another burst of pheromones.

she shrieked, her voice laced with panic. Desire’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what had just happened. A dead cockroach lay on her lap, its legs twitching grotesquely. The sight was enough to send her spiraling into a wave of fear. She felt the world around her start to spin, her breath quickening as she fought against the rising tide of nausea. “Desire, it’s just a bug! Chill out!” Chase laughed, but his laughter only fueled her terror. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to keep herself from fainting.