Transforming Venom Novels & Stories

And she was giving their blood-soaked honor to this worthless scum! "You... bastard!" I tried desperately to fight him, but my severed tendons only shot blinding pain through me. "Save your breath." Adonis pulled a dark green vial from his coat. Hydra venom. He didn't hesitate. The needle sank into my vein, and he pushed the plunger all the way down! The moment the venom entered my blood, the protective Heart of Nature necklace beside me flared violently, then dimmed, its green light corrupted and extinguished by the poison's unholy power.

⸻ No war. No prophecy. No ancient monsters. ⸻ Only them. ⸻ Then a scream shattered the moment. ⸻ Everyone turned. ⸻ Victor. ⸻ The corruption exploded across his body. ⸻ Black energy erupted from his skin. ⸻ The ground cracked beneath him. ⸻ His eyes glowed with darkness. ⸻ The transformation had begun. ⸻ Victor screamed again. ⸻ But this time— The scream changed.

Elodie screamed, lunging for the machine. Vane’s suit backhanded her, sending her flying across the stone floor. Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud. "Target acquired," Vane said. "Initiating extraction." "Get back here, you son of a bitch!" Victor roared. He didn't shift into his usual wolf. The air around him began to warp. His bones didn't just break and reset; they grew. His fur turned a deep, obsidian black, and his eyes didn't glow amber—they turned into pits of raw, swirling magma. His muscles doubled in size, tearing the last of his clothes away as he became something older, something primal.

According to Gideon, our pack doctor, it was a miracle that he managed to survive the injection of so much Red Venom and still didn't shift. Red Venom is a substance restricted in the werewolf's world, no matter of circumstance, those who use it are punished severely, the poison is undetectable and forces werewolves into feral shift and bloodlust, and the majority of those who were poisoned will not survive. But somehow, both Hank and Hayden managed to do it.

But behind us, a new, horrific sound ripped through the corridor. It was a wet, agonizing shriek that quickly warped into a monstrous, gurgling roar. I flicked my amber eyes back for a split second. Vane was writhing on the floor, his expensive suit tearing open as his body tried to process what I had become. My blood wasn't stabilizing him; the aggressive, predatory toxin was actively dissolving his nervous system, his muscles expanding and rupturing in grotesque, uneven lumps as the synthetic virus inside him warred with my purebred poison.

They couldn't let it all be in the hands of their sons' who were not in the correct state of mind—They were going insane to see Jasmine be alive again and they did not care to consider what was possible and what was not. "Archer, Calm down..." Helena walked toward him, "Let him speak, we need to hear everything out before we get to conclusions." "Steve, tell me what are the chances that this transformation would be successful?" Elijah asked. "Your Majesty, I am sorry but it's Less than one percent," Steve sighed, "Transforming her wound means we would have to awaken a feral within her, a part that doesn't exist in her. It's like forcing another soul into her body with the help of a vampire's

“What’s happening? You’re scaring me.” “When a vampire injects venom into the bloodstream of a woman after coupling,” he said hesitantly, “it starts the transition process.” “What transition pro—” My eyes widened as recognition set in. “You’re transitioning into a vampire.”

Every sense that a vampire became enhanced once their transformation was complete. Although Nico's transformation was taking longer than I thought it would. The pet master would have already been browsing through the cages and pouncing on whichever pet he felt like taking, perhaps he would have already moved on to the second one. My breathing hitched as I recalled those many memories, now knowing that I was the one that was going to be fed from. Knowing that the possibility of me dying was higher than ever. I soon found myself to begin shaking as well, grip tightening on the pillow.

He clawed at her fingers, choking but she didn’t flinch. “Offer yourself.” Melody hissed. But before he could scream, she sank her fangs into his throat. Her venom injected in a violent surge, the rogue convulsed, eyes rolling back, body shaking as the magic burned through him. When she released him, he collapsed to the ground trembling and snarling, his eyes now glowing faint red and green. One down. Hundreds remained. One by one, they stepped forward. Melody moved with unnatural grace, lifting, biting and injection venom laced with ancient magic. Rogues collapsed at her feet in shuddering heaps before slowly rising again, transformed. Some screamed as the power surged through them. Some la

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.