Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

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.

It's a detail I cling to, a sign that maybe he's finally starting on our plans to move in together once I graduate. Dating my professor is a bittersweet experience, one I'm not sure I'd recommend to anyone, especially when he's the youngest and most sought-after on campus. It's a constant battle. I have to endure girls openly expressing their sexual fantasies about him on cafeteria tables while I sit just a few feet away. I have to deal with boys flirting with me, and I have to lie about a non-existent boyfriend—all while my actual boyfriend is exceedingly possessive and wants me around him always.

he coos. I turn and glare at his idiotic face with his stupid-looking buzz cut as I take my seat. He raises an eyebrow daring me to do something. So I do, I pull out my notebook, open it, pull it up to eye level, and hide my face inside it. Professor Davis, continues to explain the expectations of the class, her voice a soothing balm on my frayed senses. I start to relax as I listen to the rhythmic cadence of her sentences and how her vowels are rounded, not sharp, as she speaks, as if English might be her third or fourth language and the one she spoke first involved sounds that looped at the end. She uses eloquent adjectives when simple ones will work, adding a touch of class while also mak

Vincent’s frown deepen, “he’s my friend.” Still holding on to the professor’s arm, Vincent raised a hand and pulled the dark energy into himself. And swallowed it. Dorin, surprised, ran to his side and slapped him hard on the back. “Spit it out!” he said, “Don’t you know that miasma corrodes the flesh?!” “Ow!” complained the boy. “Stop that! Don’t you know that Morells feed on this?!” “No, only the truly gifted ones do,” the professor mumbled. “That’s why I would never let you have my brother again!” he pointed at Dorin

The professor’s voice finally broke through, thin and shaky. “B-but you’re so…young. I don’t under—” His eyes widened as a deeper realization struck. He stumbled back, his face ashen. “You’re a…vampire…” His trembling worsened. “Please…please don’t kill me, sir. I have a wife…children…two daughters and two sons” "And if a lecturer harrases your girls, would you like it?" "I'm sorry, Sir. It...it won't happen again."

I hold my breath. “Well?” I ask. He stares at me, then abruptly stands and rushes toward the kitchen, coughing. My heart drops. “Is it that bad?” I taste it myself—and nearly choke. The bitterness burns down my throat. I spit it out and rush to the sink, washing my mouth. “God, that’s poisonous!” Professor Lucien’s already rummaging through my cabinets. “You’ve made yourself at home, Professor,” I mutter, watching him pull out ingredients like he’s lived here before.

I killed savagely and without mercy slashing and tearing with consummate ease slowly making my way towards the Professor leaving bodies in my wake, ‘You truly are magnificent’ He said coldly when I faced him, ‘Such a shame I have to kill you now’ He lifted up his gun and my eyes blazed molten gold, ‘I do not think so Professor, you irritating little humans will never defeat the Lycanthrope or my people’ My gaze held his and he sank to his knees ‘No, no this cannot be, you are not real. You only exist in the human imagination.’ He scrabbled away as I shifted and stood over him,

“Dripping me. Owned by me. The entire hall is ours the second you walk in. And if any of those little omegas stare too long at what’s mine, I’ll call you up to the lectern mid-lecture, bend you over it, and knot you right there in front of everyone. Let them watch their professor ruin his favorite student where they can all see and smell it. Let them burn.” I nodded, the bond thrumming with certainty and fresh, aching arousal that made my core pulse. My thighs were already slick again, the slow, relentless trickle of him starting its journey down my skin, warm and insistent. We stepped out together into the bright academy halls, his hand possessively at the small of my back, our combined sce

It was like it shows that the one the Ancient Vase chose is really strong that could kill a mountain of people. It didn't take long and I saw the Professor who's talking to the screen earlier, he has this gloomy aura. He has a big black circle around his eyes like a panda, he was a professor for magic inventions. He invented equipment that could be used in the daily life of a person, she wonders if he sleeps? "What kind of game will they play if they are chosen?" She whispered to Dianna.

‎THEO ‎"Why did you lock the doors, sir?" ‎My voice came out smaller than I wanted. Professor Stephan didn't answer. He just turned the deadbolt ‎I was still holding my bag as my fingers cramped around the straps ‎"Sit down, Theo." He murmured in a low voice that made me scared for what was about to happen next... ‎Stephan moved behind me, then I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling then I stood so fast the chair almost tipped over