Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

My entire focus was on the professor, and on my next words which I knew might earn me my first punishment here. “Well, that’s not my business is it?” Silence descended in the class. The transformation of the professor’s smile to a frown was the first warning I received, but I wasn’t done yet. “Do you bully your new students? Is that a habit to you? Do you get off on it?” I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s alright though. Everyone has their fetishes, but I refuse to be the object of yours. And please wipe off that smile on your face. It’s creepy.”

“But vampires don't eat food nor do they drink like humans. How can they then be poisoned.” The professor stands from the desk with a marker and walks to the white board to draw a miniature outline of a man. “When a human is changed,” he explains, “the blood in them dries up leaving behind the venom of the vampire who changed them in their heart. The venom is what humans extract and turn into a poison.” “I can imagine that during the war, it was almost impossible to get that poison out of a vampire's heart.” I say immediately after Evans' speech. My human's head snaps back upon hearing my voice. Our eyes meet and his eyes widen like that of a child with it's hand in a jar of honey.

“You know if Mom finds out–” “I’m not dating my professor. Get a life!” I snapped. “You’re lying, and I know it. If you claim you’re not dating a professor, tell me, who are you dating?” “Leave me alone.” My lips drew into a snarl.. He burst into laughter, a sinister smile on his face. “Oh, you’ve messed up big time by dating a professor. I’ll use this to ruin you.” “You stupid butthole, stay the hell out of my business!” My hands had begun to tremble, ready to strike his face.

Zaviyaar, who was just stepping into the class, noticed this scene and clenched his jaw. The whole class turned into silent mode on Zaviyaar's arrival as the anger spread on his face was enough to make everyone mum. “It seems today the professor fought with his wife before coming to the university.” Amaar spoke, chuckling to her. Sensing the dangerous aura of Zaviyaar, Anaaya pinched Amaar on his arm. “Keep your mouth shut….if you don't want the professor to kick you out of the class, so keep your nonsense jokes to himself.” They both were gossiping with each other in a whisper.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

"You coming? We're grabbing food." Jessica twirls a strand of hair around her finger, her eyes darting to Jerome. "Professor Laurent," she purrs, "are we free to go?" Jerome doesn't even look at her. His gaze lands on me. "Almost." The room goes quiet. Then he pushes off the desk and walks slow, deliberate until he's standing over my ruined sketch. His shadow swallows the paper. "Care to explain this, Miss Veldt?" I swallow. "It's... abstract."

Then he took a pause and looked straight into the vampire's eyes, freezing as if Medusa had stoned him. “Slug intestines, sir.” He said in a confident, yet petrified manner all stiff adding to holding back his stutter. The Professor leaned back with a sense of mischief knowing he did his job. "Yes, you are right Mr. Vega is it slug intestines,” The class let go of the breath, all relieved that the witted boy got it correct. “But—," With one brisk movement the class moved their head to the direction of the Professor knowing that he had something up his sleeve.

Professor held a vial containing the completed chemical, carefully cradling it in his hands. Drawing closer to where Anita's lifeless body lay, Professor motioned for us to observe. With a delicate touch, he sprinkled the chemical onto her form, and to our astonishment, Anita's corpse began to vibrate. Her eyes fluttered open, sending a shiver down our spines. Fear gripped our hearts as we questioned whether the chemical had awakened her. However, Professor reassured us, explaining that this was merely a temporary effect.