Transforming Venom Novels & Stories

Massive, dark-furred, eyes burning with venomous hate. The study quaked under the weight of his transformation. “Please, all is fair.”

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.

Then I turned to her and asked, “Are you sure, Kitty? If this works, I will have to change you into a werewolf on the third full moon after your marking.” "Yes, I want to be with you forever.” “OK,” I placed her on the bed and got up to go to the cabinet. I took out a vial of my venom, which I kept just in case. “This is my werewolf venom, you would have to drink it before I bite you.” She took it from my hands and she opened the cork. She arranged the tube at her mouth. “Slowly,” I told her. She sipped it until it was all gone. “How do you feel?”

The chong poison is made up from vipers, centipede, scorpion, toad and spider. Venom groaned out loudly, his veins started sprouting out in an abnormal way. The onlookers were astonished by the display of the abnormality in front of them. "What is that asshole doing to himself? " What the hell." Osman asked no one in particular. Jade panicked as she waddled backward at the abnormal form Venom had taken. She had never seen anything like it before, she lost her balance and fear set in her heart. " This is getting more interesting" Lord Adonis grinned. It piqued Lord Adonis interest that the magician in front of him was going all the way.

"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."

"Hacker, escort Velia to the medical lab and help her however you can. Ghost, coordinate the defense and buy us time." As his team dispersed to their assigned tasks, Venom began the painful process of forcing his first full transformation since the genetic suppressants had been administered. His body screamed in protest, but gradually his wolf emerged, larger, stronger, and more dangerous than any enhanced soldier Kozlov's people had created. From the small surveillance drone hovering out of their sight, Dr. Elena Kozlov watched what was going on with scientific interest, looking away at intervals to make notes about your defensive capsbilities of the Reapers.

Transformatum was easy to say, but: Phyllobattes terribilis turcoasum aer dicitur venenum Bibendum operum tuorum gemmam, wasn't quite easy to say. One wrong letter and you turned into something else. In something that might not help you leading to perdition. Even more, you had to know if your avatar could help you. If you considered how much was to learn ... probably even the two years weren’t enough. That was what you had to learn at Professor Von Halgen's classes.

I felt my entire body tremble as the reality of my situation sank in. No… I can’t be blind. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the water as I sobbed. “Please… please don’t tell me this is permanent.” Ma’am Benita inhaled deeply before she finally spoke. “This… this isn’t an ordinary substance. What was rubbed into your eyes isn’t a simple poison or spell—it’s venom. The venom of a rare and deadly snake.” Gasps echoed around us. I felt like the ground beneath me had disappeared. My hands shook violently as I gripped my dress, my body wracked with sobs. “No… no, no, no…”

"This is specifically designed for corrupted phoenixes. Like you, dear Mona." She threw it—not at me, but at Maya. Instinct took over. I dove, pushing my twin aside, feeling the vial shatter against my shoulder. The venom hit my corrupted fire and ignited into agony. Not burning—unmaking. Each drop eating through my essence like acid through paper.