Lasher Venom Novels & Stories

"Nathaniel dragged his last words on purpose, so Bettany felt inexplicably horrified and scared. Right now, she felt that her life was in danger!" "Mr. Ye, of course, I wouldn't dare to do anything to you! I only used the Golden Lancehead Venom to detoxify the Fire Ant Venom. The Golden Lancehead Venom is the most powerful poison in our village. So, you'll be able to control everyone who has this venom in their body, and none of them will dare to disobey you! This is an exclusive ability that only belongs to the patriarch. Moreover, this venom can detoxicate any wild poison in the world, but it makes a person aggressive. Now, your body hasn't gotten used to the presence of the venom yet, so

“The day the Slayers began their preemptive strike, I and my family were all here. Including Marcel and his father. Then the slayers launched an attack on us using advanced weapons…” “What kind of weapons?” She questions, keeping her tone light. I heave a long breath and then. “A wolfbane. The herb is very dangerous to my kind.” A stint of silence sweeps between us before I add. “Well, except for me. Wolfbane only sends a medley of pain through me but cannot kill me.” Rain’s eyes widen. Her head twitches as her mind races with thought. “Why can’t it harm you?” I turn to face her. Then I let out.

Chanted words in the old tongue that I couldn't understand. Nothing worked. The poison kept spreading. I could feel it crawling through my body, settling into my muscles, my joints, my bones. My wolf was still there, but distant. Unreachable. Like she was trapped behind a wall of glass. "The venom is designed to target shifters specifically," the healer said at some point. Speaking to Karson, I think. I was too far gone to be sure. "It attacks the connection between human and wolf. Severs the bond temporarily."

He would never hurt her, but I don’t want her scared. “Those bastards,” Aaron growls, his eyes glowing a golden orange when he lifts his head. “Thrash is the deadliest, slowest toxin known to Lycans. Mix it with Wolfsbane, and it acts as a fatal disease that would take years to fully kill someone.”

As the hissing of her Mambas gets closer, I ignore them and pretend to focus my gaze on Ryan and her bitch instead. "I have seen my scapegoat," I said with a smirk. Just then, the venom woman dived at me, and I slowly stepped aside, which made one of her Mambas whoosh past my face. I didn't let them regain their stances when I removed two arrows and shot them in the same motion. It hit one of the Mambas, pinned it to the ground, and I watched as it burned to ashes. The venom woman yelled in a rage, then hurdled at me, this time with her long claw. She snarled, her bloody teeth, which looked like a fang, revealed in the process, and her claws aiming for my face.

“I’m not afraid. I trust you, buddy. I’ve come to this world to stay. I’m not dying anytime soon. Thorne must be saved. This mission must be completed.” My gaze darkened, my pulse calm and cold. “But first… let’s deal with that venom-dripping bitch they call Lazhara.” Ashval’s laugh slithered through me - low, wicked, hungry. “Oh, we will,” he purred. “She’ll beg for the end.”

The sky above the salt flats did not rain water; it rained venom. The air was a thick, choking fog of white alkali dust and the green, glowing trails of the catalyst-tipped ballista bolts screaming down from the jagged limestone ridges. Every time a heavy projectile struck our front-line phalanx, the explosion didn't just shatter iron shields—it unleashed a pressurized cloud of the glowing green silver toxin that flash-vaporized the healing factors of the wolves caught in the blast radius. The horrific, choked screams of dying warriors echoed across the vast, cracked white plains, their flesh blistering and blackening as the chemical compound melted through their wolf physiology from the ins

I positioned them right against my lower ribs, where the lethal blades could be drawn with a single, invisible twitch of my wrist. Then came the most agonizing, terrifying part of the preparation. I walked over to my marble washbasin, picking up a small, unlabeled amber glass vial. Inside sloshed a thick, iridescent silver liquid. It was a near-lethal, highly toxic dose of my premium botanical scent-blockers, heavily laced with crushing metallic bismuth compounds designed to completely, violently paralyze my internal Lycan biology. If my heart rate spiked during combat on the summit floor, or if my inner wolf desperately tried to surge forward to protect me from an assassin's blade, this liq

If this were true, it would have a serious and deadly impact. Lana hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. "It's not a power, Ethan. It's a drug. The Hunters created it. They called it 'Project Lycan's Venom.'" Ethan's brows furrowed as he processed this information. "What does it do?" "Are you really asking me that? You've seen it for yourself when you fought Kasia," Lana answered, causing Brian to look up in shock. A human matching the strength of the Alpha King was unheard of.

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.