Lasher Venom Novels & Stories

“Don’t get too angry or violent. Remember, you’re not entirely treated yet. That Ashen Venom reacts very well to intense violence and rage.” I turned slightly, smirking. “You exaggerate everything, Shawn. I didn’t lose control when I went to rescue Lior.” “That was different,” he replied instantly. “You were acting on protection instincts, not bloodlust. You weren’t trying to kill. You were trying to save your boy.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable.” He didn’t smile. “The venom reacts to instincts rooted in domination, violence, and power,” he continued. “That’s what this meeting is about. Don’t forget that.”

Another explosion followed, disrupting the speedster's motion as he hit a wall and fell to the floor. Struggling to get up, he noticed something. Someone appear from the point of the explosion where a large section of a wall was missing. He watched the high-heeled boots make their way through the wall and then the rest of the body, which was unclear to make out because the person's face was concealed though the body appeared to be female, thanks to the design of clothing she had on. The person approached him and the speedster instinctively reacted by charging. He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but ins

I reach for the bottle of bourbon I brought with me and take a long, hard sip straight from it, the burn providing a temporary distraction from the chaos swirling inside my mind. “You're bleeding, your majesty. Do you need help?" Amelia's voice is laced with concern as she moves closer, attempting to grab my hand that was staining the floor crimson. I quickly pull it away before she can make contact. The cuts I sustained from shattering the glass earlier refuse to heal at the speed they should. It's no surprise, though, considering I still have traces of oak tree venom coursing through my system. Oaktree Venom is the dreaded kryptonite for lycans.

He pulled out a small, iridescent silver vial and smashed it directly against my chest. The glass shattered, and a viscous, emerald-green liquid exploded across my skin. The agony was instantaneous and absolute. It wasn’t just poison. It was a strong, ancient strain of wolf-bane. This brew used dark magic to target the Lycan bloodline directly. It felt like liquid fire was being poured into my veins, melting my muscles and scorching my very soul. I let go of his throat, collapsing backward as the world began to spin out of control.

"I've already won. My team is safe. That's all that matters." The leader pulled the trigger, and Venom felt a searing pain in his chest. He stumbled back, his vision blurring. "You...you'll pay for this," Venom gasped, his voice barely audible, he dug into his jacket pocket that was lying on the ground with the last shred of his consciousness. He smiled as he brought out a small egg-shaped device and threw it toward the group. They didn't notice it being too consumed with watching his blood draining from his body…until it exploded in their midst. Blood, bone, fur and metal rained down over him.

"Liam intercepted one in the records room. It poisoned him before it was destroyed." Dane approaches, his eyes narrowing as he examines the black-veined wounds. "I've seen these marks before. In the historical records." "You know what this is?" Celina asks sharply. "Void venom. It separates essence from form." His jaw tightens. "It's what they used during the first wars to isolate wolves from their strength." "Then you know it's fatal without intervention," Celina says. "I need your help to counter it." Dane's eyes meet mine, a silent question passing between us. Despite everything—his deception, my anger, the complicated tangle of our relationships—we both know there's only one answer. Liam

❤️ Venom and Desire ❤️ Marl's mouth fell open, the scream clawing up his throat like a beast unchained but what erupted was no cry of agony. It was a deep, guttural moan that echoed off the walls of the chamber, raw and unwilling, torn from the depths of him. Pain? He had braced for it, fangs like hers sinking into his vein should have been fire, torment, a vampire's curse. But no. Instead, heat flooded him like liquid flame, injected straight from her wicked teeth into his bloodstream. It spread fast, too fast, racing through his limbs, pooling in his core, making his skin burn and his cock throb with an ache that bordered on madness. Whatever venom she carried in those Khyrador fangs, it w

She pulled it down and smiled at me, hiding it away under her skirt. “I'll get you, Heather, I’ll fucking kill you myself. That is a fucking promise.” She responded firmly, turning to leave me standing in front of the restroom. If I hadn’t seen these weapons before, I wouldn’t have known what it is. It’s like a syringe, filled with a deadly poison that kills faster than wolfsbane. But the rogues weaponized it to their advantage, although it doesn’t work on Lycans as it does on us. For lycans, you’ll need to jab it right into their hearts, or else you’ll be wasting your time.

Yes, Angie had definitely been watching me. “Found something,” Vlad called out from under the bed. He pulled himself out and stood before me, showing me a small bottle with black liquid. “What’s that?” “This is Nitrician 2,” Vlad said. “It’s an extremely lethal poison made of nitrician acid, wolfsbane and liquefied silver. This can kill any werewolf within two minutes.” Our eyes met, and I’m sure mine showed some fear. “She wanted to kill me,” I said, realising the gravity of the situation.

asked Alexis again holding the bottle. "What I know is that Verbena Lantana will later have the liquid applied to the weapons that will be used during the war later. Just dab it on the weapons. That way, when a vampire is injured because of the weapon that Verbena Lantana has given to all of them, the vampire will weaken, and in the end die a gruesome death." One of the psychic women answered there. While looking right at the other psychics on there right now immediately.