Injection Novels & Stories

Jeremy’s heart ached when he saw her rejecting him with such a cold gaze. Despite the anxiety burning within him, he still patiently and gently comforted Madeline's emotions. "Linnie, stop rejecting me. You're just sick. I'll now give you an injection. You’ll get well soon." "Injection?" Madeline frowned. Through her blurry vision, she saw Jeremy taking out a transparent vial of anti-toxoid test reagent and pierced it with a syringe, sucking out the transparent liquid from the vial. Madeline's eyes suddenly flashed, and she used all her strength to move backward. "What are you trying to do, Jeremy?"

I pleaded, glancing at Nicholas, silently begging for his support. "Well, actually, you can. The only difference is that injections work faster as they enter the bloodstream directly, while oral medications take longer," he explained. "I really don't mind," I responded, looking over at Nicholas, my expression filled with pleading. "Fine," he said, rolling his eyes.

he rolled his face. "Win win! Do your thing doctors! We are about to make history, a very unholy history" They injected a couple more injections into my body, and brought something that looked like a venom. All the time I struggled, even when it would be fruitless. "What's that?!"

he held up the injector, "is not a maintenance dose. It is a refinement. You aren't just going to 'feel better.' You are going to be rewritten." Anji looked at the needle, his golden-flecked eyes clouding over. The logic in his brain, once sharp and surgical, was fraying into raw, pulsating impulses. He reached out, his hand shaking, desperate for the chemical release. He needed the pain to end. He needed to be, at last, truly absolute. "Give it to me," Anji choked out, his throat burning. The Architect moved behind him, pressing his body against Anji’s back, his hands cold and steady as he bared Anji’s shoulder. "Don't resist this time. Let the chemical integrate into the bone marrow."

I try to hold back the vomit that is threatening to leave my stomach. “Now get on all fours.” I again do as I am told. I hear the door open and when I turn my head I see Jaspers Beta Trey and Carla the Omega I was speaking to enter the room. “Trey give her the shot on the nightstand. Trey walks to the nightstand, picks up the syringe and looks at me apologetically before injecting me in the arm. By the feel of it I was just injected with Wolfsbane. A small whimper leaves my lips and I feel Liberty receding in my mind.

“Lift.” As soon as Adelaide was disconnected from the monitors and secured with her IVs, I said, “Now, on her chart…” Mack followed me to the computer. It was good that he had a thing for benzodiazepines. The syringe slipped effortlessly through his neck. I’ve heard it said that delivering an injection is like piercing the skin of an orange. That wasn’t true. The human skin gives much less resistance. A sharp needle penetrates like a knife through softened butter—so can a sharp knife, but that was a story for another day.

I know that injection, we usually use if for the disobedient workers under us, they won't die but they will never be a normal person again. I could feel her bring the the injection closer to my neck, I had one knife in my hand , I quickly shove it into her arm and the injection fell of her hand. I was going to get out of bed and she struggles to pick the injection despite the gun gushing out of her arm. I step on her hand as she place her hand on the injection. She look at me and gave ma a bitter smile, she looked at my feet and I kne

he muttered, pulling out a syringe and medication. “Roll her over,” Caleb instructed, preparing for an intramuscular injection. Ben hesitated, his brows furrowing. “An injection… on her hip?” Caleb gave him an exasperated look. “Yes, and unless you want her fever to keep climbing, we don’t have time for your hesitation. Move!” But Ben’s protective instincts kicked in. The idea of Caleb seeing even a hint of Jamie’s skin made his expression darken. Without another word, Ben snatched the syringe from Caleb’s hand.

I furrow my eyebrows at the stinging sensation as he drives it deeper, siphoning an audible groan from the back of my throat. Fuck. I feel it: the burning sensation of the cortisol slowly pouring into me as Marcel meticulously drives it through my muscle. Tears fill my eyes as he draws the needle back and shifts it in a different angle before drawing it back in and injecting another quarter of the dose. I draw my lip between my teeth, biting down as he carefully withdraws the needle from my shoulder.

he asked with a sly grin. I shook my head with fear, my hands behind my back really hurting. “Just one of these can drive a man mad with lust, Rosy. A lust that needs to be satisfied immediately or there will be dire consequences.” Oh, God... No, please, no. “Three can kill a man,” he continued as he raised the injections. “Let's see how you react to one of these. You'll be begging before the afternoon runs out.” “What is th-that injection?” I couldn't hide my fear again; my voice practically vibrated with it.