Transforming Venom Novels & Stories

Vincent also looked at his palms, which still hurt from touching the iron. "Am I not human?" he muttered breathlessly, scared. He swallowed as hard as he thought. If these two people were to perish, it is not impossible that he could also experience the same thing. Vincent then approached the dead man with an iron stuck in his burning back. He covered the iron with his worn t-shirt so that his hands wouldn't hurt, and then pulled the iron. Vincent began to realize that he had transmitted something to other people so that they could turn into vampires. Suddenly, the woman groaned softly. The woman, who was supposed to be dead, came back to life.

Something made-up of metal as well as glass. Something like... Lantern. Leaving the tall man, the beast jumped towards the one who was holding the lantern just a second ago and... It was the first time when the hungry beast tried to satisfy his never-ending craving. His father's experiment on him to make him the most powerful Lycan King turned out wrong and his beast went wild and uncontrollable. <><>

Without his ‘venom’, I remained human. ‘Then there is the transitional mark. This mark is one where your mate pushes his venom through your blood. It will lead you to becoming a bear yourself. You will slowly start to change. You will become stronger, faster and way more in tune with your body. You will see better, hear better and smell better. This part will take weeks. You will start to have feelings inside that tell you what to do or not to do. This is your bear trying to wake up.’

The ones with the power to transform others to become what we are, Venom Lycans. With a gentle touch, I placed my hands on the shoulders of those who had stepped forward. As I did, a pulsating blue tribble marking began to glow on my neck, a symbol of my newfound power. The marking seemed to pulse with an energy all its own as if it were alive. "You have each proven yourselves worthy," I declared, my voice filled with the power of the Moon Goddess. "And now, we shall grant you the gift of transformation. You will become Venom Lycans, powerful and strong, with the ability to defend yourselves and our pack."

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

The toxin will then run through their veins. Eden froze. ‘This can transform a dead level-nine powerhouse into a monster?’ His mind struggled to comprehend the implications.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

“Come on I can face him alone I don't want anything to happen to you” “And I don't want you to fight alone either” Insisted and he sighed tiredly “Why are you so stubborn?” He groan “Because I love you” I said to him “Let me get this over with I'm not here for this lovie moment” Venom growled and was about to make another ball of fire when I quickly leaped into the air and my outfit turned white immediately as heavy wind began to blow, the whole place began to shake, people began to scream and move back for safety, I was completely shocked at my own transformation but I loved it nevertheless,

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Not until I understood exactly what we were dealing with. “She’s turning?” I asked, voice low. Nikolas nodded. He didn’t say the word. He didn’t need to. “Her body’s fully adapted to the venom,” he said instead. It broke something in me. The immune suppressants were never meant for this, not originally. They were used to help the body endure venom, buy time, stabilize reactions. In theory, they increased the chance of a successful transformation. But they were unstable. Deadly more often than not.