Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

“Did you know one of the corpse lilies once ate a squirrel? Professor Thorne said she had to bribe it with bloodroot extract for a week.” “I hope she failed,” I muttered. The air inside the greenhouse was thick and damp, clinging to my skin like whispered curses. The scent of moss, spice, and subtle decay enveloped us as we stepped in. Students lined up behind tables, each covered in vines, soil, and what looked like a sleeping mandrake the size of a terrier. At the head of the room stood Professor Thorne. She was tall and sharp as a blade, her robes woven with thread that shimmered like wet steel. A thorned vine coiled lazily around one arm, its black flowers pulsing gently.

That is nothing but a piece of fake news. "When you concoct a brew for healing, you have to know at what level it becomes toxic. Any warlock or sorceress has to have the same knowledge as to know how the potions that they concocted have to be effective enough to heal but not potent enough to harm." Professor Huges explained to her class using a flat tone, all the while adjusting the frame of her inch-thick reading glasses so that they would snug perfectly on the fridge of her nose. At the same time, she also makes good use of this time to roam inside the classroom.

Like oh by the way, you accidentally gave your professor a full-blown boner in the office because your cunt said hi. And me? I stood there like a fucking statue I didn’t even know that was real until this moment. But oh baby. It’s real. “Do you know what that did to me?” he asked. No. Nope. Don’t answer that. Abort. Shut up. Run. But he kept going. Because he’s evil. That’s why. He’s not a professor. He’s a villain. He’s a walking felony in slacks. He’s the reason why Omegas like me don’t survive college without getting a Marked and Ruined tattoo on their ass.

Time for more fun with freaky professors. Professor Dravik Thornhall stood at the front of the room, his ,greasy hair slicked back like he’d just stepped out of a discount vampire movie, his robes rumpled and stained with something I prayed wasn’t soup. Or blood. Honestly, could’ve been either. “Today,” he said with a slither of a smile, “we began the most sacred practice of spellcasting, connecting with your core magic.” He actually licked his lips. Ugh. I visibly shuddered. Aster leaned over and muttered, “Ten bucks saya he has a collection of enchanted toenails in his office.”

Xurden already knew what he could do, and Yric was no longer surprised by such things. “That was dangerous,” the professor said as he stood straight, checking his palm. “I thought I’d concealed myself thoroughly. But it turns out there’s someone with you who can still feel even the tiniest bit of flame. I know it’s not you, Xurden. Not your henchman,. Don’t tell me, it’s you Yric? Great. I am more interested in you now.” The professor even pointed his finger toward Yric. Xurden threw the man daggers through his eyes.

The professor began explaining the outline for the course and what we should expect for the semester, as he droned on about why we shouldn't slack off of any research given to us Jason leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you think it's illegal to ogle your professor's ass?" Maya snortled...loudly and everyone's eyes turned towards her, including the professor, who now had an eyebrow raised, Why did that action remind her of someone? "Is there something funny in what I just explained?" The professor questioned, his tone firm. "No." She squeaked out, watching as he inspected her. "If you ever find the need to laugh in my class again, Miss-" He paused and she hurriedly answered, "Greenley."

“Don’t.” I wish she could talk to me about it, but we’re in the classroom, and the professor might arrive at any time. But, just as I anticipated, a loud, clearing throat resounds across the classroom. Everyone shuts their mouths, followed by a deadly silence. Our attention gets drawn to the front, where a sophisticated, sexy, and attractive young professor in a black shirt and pants stands by the grand piano. He now has a pair of black-framed glasses on. The most awaited man has finally arrived. “Good morning. I’m Professor Julian Sebastian...”

He would tell her I was a problem that couldn't be bought. I went inside and found Vane sitting on the bed, looking at the crepes like they were poison. "He wasn't nice, was he?" Vane asked quietly. "No, Vane. He wasn't," I said, sitting down next to him. I was shaking, the adrenaline finally leaving my system and leaving a cold, jagged exhaustion in its place. "I miss the professor," Vane whispered. "He was scary, but he never looked at me like I was a chore. Dominic looked at me like I was a piece of luggage he had to carry."

"If you had read better into that book I gave you, you would've known that nothing in this world is actually unbreakable." I frowned. "What do you mean?" "You see our professor here-oh wait, ex-professor and soon-to-be the dead Alpha of Mystic Pride has a teeny tiny fragility called wolfsbane. Use a teeny bit and bring down the mighty deformity of creation along with his whole pack of dogs like they're nothing," he scoffed as if to provoke as well as to let out his deep abhorrence. "And guess what," he continued, the sinister glint in his eyes reaching its peak as he went around me and stopped right behind, his hot breath sending an unpleasant shiver down my spine. "It's even deadlier when a

Leaning in, his warm breath brushed my ear. “Since you want it, I have a special one right here. It’s pure meat, it’s a generous portion, and it will fill you up.” With that, he unfastened his belt. “Professor! Professor, this is inappropriate!” I reached out in terror to push him away, only for him to pin my hands above my head. “What's inappropriate about it?” he murmured, biting my earlobe lightly. “They call me a wolf in sheep's clothing anyway… So whatever I feed you now fits the character perfectly.”