Symbiotic Venom Novels & Stories

Ryan had just replied to her message. Eden raised an eyebrow and quickly typed one word. Eden was about to reply when the lobby’s spotlight was turned on. The host took the stage with a mic, and Eden paused, putting her phone away. Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Alain and said, "The man just now is a Living Venom." "Living Venom?" Alain looked at her with a frown. Horace and Caelus also turned their attention to her. "He’s been bathed in all kinds of toxins since he was young," Eden explained, gazing meaningfully at Room Number Two through the window. "His body is literally poisonous. Just touching his blood can poison someone, and the types of toxins can vary."

The blow was too strong that Venom did not even react to the approach of Samel, and he only came back to his senses after feeling the tightening hand on his neck that lifted him up from the ground. “Poison. Where is the antidote to the poison you injected on her?” The chilling voice sent shivers down Venom’s back, and his body instinctively trembled from the fear as his able hand took out the jar with the purple striped bee that is sleeping on a small lump of leaf and flowers with a golden dew-like pearl next to it.

"Not everyone gets this kind of help. You should know how valuable they are." "What is the root called?" Melinda asked looking the charred wood over. "How can they be good for you?" "It is called Heaven's Venom. A type of poison. It can only be grown from the blood of a cultivator hit by powerful lighting. Very good at killing parasites that thrive off of eating synapses." Ren said politely. "The parasites grow and grow till they burst out. Making it difficult to move around beforehand. With the little critters eating away at one's synapses it makes it to difficult to do much of anything."

According to the information provided by Abner, all changes and fusions of snake venoms actually needed to be carried out when the human cells were in an “alive” state. Once the human died, venom would cease to function. In other words, snake venom had a symbiotic relationship with the human body. When a person was alive, the snake venom would always be active. Once the person died, the snake venom would also stop its activity. This feature was originally useless. In Abner’s opinion, they could not stop snake venom by killing people, right? Was there still a need to remove the venom? The person was already dead, and nothing was left.

I said, to one of my guards as I walked out of the dungeon. Years in the street have thought me one thing, that I should never underrate a snake due to its size. They would sting you at the slightest opportunity they get, infecting your whole system with their venom, just the way a full-grown one would if given the chance. I went back to the staff quarters, to check on Nadia and Vicenzo but soon discovered they were nowhere in sight. I went to the kitchen but found the place empty, even the female cook seem to be missing in action.

His fingers dangle with my p**t. Another push and he's definitely at my honey island. Heavy tears stream down my eyes. This really is terrible. I shouldn't end as such. I shouldn't end as chear to my mate and s*x toy to an alpha. This really is my end because he threatens death after this. Death am a hundred percent unprepared. He claims am immune to his alpha's venom which really is wierd as non except alpha's are immune to fellow alpha's cure venom. That is mysterious but it's for another day.

In the next second, the veins protruding from his neck turned black. “Wolfsbane” Zaden whispered and everyone's eye snapped at him. He had tortured and killed 38 rogues by infusing them with wolfsbane, so naturally, he would know the trademark symptoms. Black venation is one of them, at a lethal level. Aira's eye is now filled with fury as she fought to withstand her mate's pain

Fangs grazed the vulnerable skin. He drew in her air, hands veins bulging, as if trying to fuse her into his own flesh and blood. The temperature in the confined space surged. A purple-black mass at his chest swelled grotesquely. A barbed, venomous tendril split the skin, secreting corrosive slime inches from Vivienne’s throat. The lethal tip hovered, millimeters from severing an artery. Logic clawed its way back into Alexander’s mind at the sight. “Roar—!”

“Pulse is irregular. The poison isn’t sitting in the blood anymore it’s in the organs.” Dr. Rafael, standing beside her with his tablet, scanned the readings without looking up. “The toxins are binding to her cells,” he confirmed, his voice grim. “This isn’t common venom. It’s engineered.” Finn, lingering near the greenhouse, frowned. “Engineered? Like… a lab experiment?” Rafael shook his head slowly. “Worse. Crafted. This was made by someone who understands both science and death.” Amara’s gaze shifted to Zogo, sharp and unflinching.

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker