Professor Venomous Novelas e Histórias

He was the only one who had shifted back to his human form, tying a piece of fabric around his waist like a loincloth. “Those are poisonous then,” she assumed. Venom was, as his name suggested, skilled in the art of producing fast-acting poisons and other potions. The werewolf grinned. Cory noticed he was using gloves to collect the mushrooms. “See how there are two slightly different kinds,” he said with a grin. Cory looked at the mushrooms, scrutinising them. There were all polka dotted with red and yellow but some were red with yellow polka dots while the others were yellow with red dots.

She looked Zarek straight in the eye, her gaze burning with fury. "You're a fiancée who has a child with another man," Zarek sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "A professor from your college, no less. I never thought of you as that kind of woman, but I suppose I was wrong. You're lower than the slut who warms my bed every night."

“Stop acting like rabid wolves.” Finn shot me a wounded look. “He’s sketchy, Zo.” “He’s a professor,” I countered. “My mentor.” Kai’s glare sharpened. “He’s something else. We’re not imagining it.” Gunner nodded. “His scent is wrong. Like moonfire residue.” Kaelen’s eyes flickered at that. Barely. But I caught it. I stepped in front of the four of them, palms lifted. “You promised you would support my studies. This is part of my program.”

The girl in his lap is blurred but the speculation in the comments has already narrowed the field to Ivy’s name. My career is in that photograph. My cover. The Veil. Twenty years of composure and professional distance and the careful fiction I had created. Professor Dominic Voss, a man who teaches literature and marries appropriate women and certainly does not harbour a wolf behind his glasses – a wolf that has not been pressing against his skull with increasing force ever since a nineteen-year-old girl walked into his classroom smelling like vanilla and something underneath it that made his canines threaten to lengthen against his lower lip.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

The lecture droned on, a distant hum beneath the static in my mind. The lectural’s words dissolved into meaningless noise before they could reach me. I was entirely elsewhere, trapped in a loop of a single, searing memory: Professor Kai’s piercing look from across the campus grounds. What was that look? It wasn’t the cool, detached mask of the academic. It was something else entirely—something raw, conflicted, and hungry. It was a look that had burrowed under my skin and refused to leave.

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

I find it weird and off-putting and it has nothing to do with my jealousy. Professor Zane continues his class. Delving into the history of creative writing and how far the art has come. He delivers his lecture so smoothly, so effortlessly, I get lost in the music of his voice and the repetitive movements of his tapered hips as he walks back and forth across the classroom.

They were inside a huge conference hall in a minute of impatient trekking. "Look who finally showed up," a tall man said to the professor. "Shut up, Gary. What's this breach alert about? Is it a virus that turns people to undead flesh eating monsters? Did the agitators finally succeeded on making such a serum?" the professor said excitedly. "Professor, why are you so obsessed about all that rubbish? It's not a virus. It's something more. Here, tell me what you think about this," Gary asked the professor as he handed him his phone.

“Raven?” Professor McCall holds the chemical container Raven’s about to open against her hand, giving her a shocked and scrutinous look. Professor McCall is her Patron to the experiments she is carrying out with wolfsbane, to find a way to make a vaccine that would make werewolves immune to its effects. Without his support and resources, she wouldn’t have been able to accomplish half of what she has with her project. “You of all people should know better than to add aconitine to the solution at this temperature, it’ll blow up in your face,” he frowns, putting down the container and turning down the knob of the Bunsen burner.