Lasher Venom Novels & Stories

ELARA Lovey doesn’t even look surprised when I grab her arm and drag her into the center of the pack hall. “What is this,” she cries, struggling. “This,” I say loud enough for everyone, “is what jealousy looks like when it turns ugly.” I throw the vial on the floor. It shatters on the floor with dark liquid spreading out from it. “The healer confirmed it,” I continued. “its called Nightshade and it's from the station you had access to.” The students started murmuring. Lovey shakes her head, as tears spill from her eyes. “I didn’t mean to kill her. I just wanted to scare her.”

Wood splintered as he threw me into the table; I rolled before it collapsed, came up with a shard in my hand and a better idea. He lunged again. I ducked and cut deep across his ribs. The shard left a red line that smoked. He hissed—more surprise than pain. “Laced the blade,” I said. “Little vampire venom for the road. You’re welcome.” “You always were generous,” he growled, and backhanded me hard enough to make the room tilt. I tasted blood, clean and hot. It made the edges sharper. Good. I like sharp.

She removed her shades, revealing her injured face. “Who ruined your face, stepmother?” Denis asked mockingly. “I need the poison you’re working on.” “We can’t release even a drop,” Denis replied coolly. “If Silence finds out, it’s over.” “Then give me something else. I have a pest to get rid of.” He shrugged, leading her to another lab and handing her a vial of bright green liquid — Viper’s Breath. A single sip could rot a person’s insides in hours, leaving them convulsing until their lungs collapsed.

"That was never outsourced." From the shaded top of the steps, Leander is watching both of us with his arms crossed and the particular expression of a man who has decided that commentary is more interesting than assistance. "Seraphicent," he calls down pleasantly. "You are thirty years old," I call back, still climbing, "and you are still calling your sister a villain name." "A very accurate villain name." "Bring up the spiders and I will name you specifically in my first interview as a married woman." He grins. "You cannot call arachnophobia irrational and expect —"

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

He walked toward me, joking with Jared about how he’d have been dead if he hadn’t caught me in time. "The Luna knows Moonshade can’t survive a day without me. She’d never kill me," Jared responded with exaggerated confidence. I laughed. My first real laugh since yesterday. "You should be resting after taking care of the pack all day, Ari," Vayne said, voice full of concern. "I will. I just need to finish testing these, stop by the clinic, and then I’m done." I dropped the crossbow and started arranging bottles of shade serpent venom into a brown carton. The blue liquid corroded living tissues. Mixed with silver, it became a slow, agonizing poison for wolves.

"Feels like acid eating through. That sniper bullet must have been laced with something nasty. Syndicate does not play fair." She touched the wound lightly and I jerked. "Do not move. It is spreading fast down your arm. Talk to me. How bad is the burn?" "Like my whole side is on fire," I answered, breathing hard. "Worse than the initial hit. You see this? The black lines are moving. What kind of poison does that?" Avery leaned in close, her face focused under the flickering candle. "This is no regular bullet. I heard enforcers whisper about old tech mixed with something they called shadow venom. Meant for ancient bloodlines. Wolves like you who carry the old strength."

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

There were a lot of knives, and bows hanging on the wall. “I want you to take any weapon you can use but will not prevent you from running. It means you will take whatever you can carry. Ashianna, you need to know that every weapon you choose is a last resort. It means we will use them once they start attacking us. Do you fucking understand me?” Harvey checked the cabinet and I was shocked to see he took some needles before he opened the down part of the cabinet. “What is that?” I asked, with curiosity. “It's a poison. It's hard to kill a Lycan because they have a fast recovery. So, to kill them we need to kill their human form.” Harvey answered. My face turned sour when I saw the color of t