Tryst Six Venom Novels & Stories

He supported me, both because of my friendship with Breyona, and because of the new future I wished to put into motion. I tried not to drain the glass entirely within seconds, feeling Asher’s curious eyes on my face. “I’m sure you didn’t call us here at four in the morning to chat?” I asked warily, already sure something had gone wrong. “Just another pesky band of Vampire’s trying to rouse up trouble.” Tristan sighed, brushing back the strands of hair from his face. When Giovanni grunted, Tristan flashed him an icy glare. “Pesky?” Giovanni repeated, his light accent paired with his deep voice to create something almost musical. “They killed six werewolves.”

There was a lore about why the vampire's venom is very dangerous to the Lycans. Centuries ago, it was said that Nyala (leader of the wolves/lycans guardians) and Tahula (leader of the vampires guardians) were close friends, and apparently, Nyala had a twin sister. They looked alike, enough to confuse others into thinking Nyala's twin was actually Nyala. In her bid to be as powerful as her twin sister, the twin seduced Tahula, playing the role of Nyala and promising him they'd unite their species as one when they get together.

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“Not even me.” ---------

she shrieked, her voice laced with panic. Desire’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what had just happened. A dead cockroach lay on her lap, its legs twitching grotesquely. The sight was enough to send her spiraling into a wave of fear. She felt the world around her start to spin, her breath quickening as she fought against the rising tide of nausea. “Desire, it’s just a bug! Chill out!” Chase laughed, but his laughter only fueled her terror. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to keep herself from fainting.

A horrible suspicion wormed its way into my head, and he proved it right. Tristan put his blood-coated finger in his mouth with a twisted smile. “The taste of blood never disgusted me, and your virgin blood is sweeter than anything else.” My nose wrinkled in disgust, and shame warmed my cheeks. Tristan assessed me calmly as he released his finger from his mouth. He stroked my inner thighs as he lowered himself to his stomach between my legs. “What are you doing?” I asked. Tristan pressed a kiss to my center. “Claiming my missing prize.”

*"Too late. They've tasted your storm." The first corpse falls, her body a marionette of lightning and rot. She speaks with Veyra's voice. *"Join us, sister. Let the venom *free* you."* --- **The Storm's Price** They attack in a chorus of thunder. Eden grabs a shard of amber, its edge sharp as betrayal. I unleash the venom's borrowed power, but the corpses drink it, growing stronger. One pins Eden, her fingers sparking with storms he can no longer survive.

It was like a flashback when he saw Dominic holding that object and aiming it at Loid, Ananas' former fiancé who killed him after being betrayed. When Tristan handled silver pistols and bullets—the same things they feared—they appeared to be like children's toys, which made it feel highly unsettling. Tristan was a member of the werewolf race with pure blood, which, of course, could not possibly survive the adverse effects created when they came into contact with silver directly. As such, he could describe it as extraordinarily exceptional and incredibly dumb. "He really is out of his mind. I could have died in seconds." While blotting his face with a towel, Vaskal Stein mumbled. For a while,

"Come for me, Venice. I want to see it." With a final cry, Venice came, his seed spurting from his cock in thick ropes. Tristan caught it on his tongue, swallowing every drop. Venice shuddered, his knees going weak as the pleasure crashed over him. Tristan stood up, his own cock straining against his trunks. "My turn," he said, his voice rough with need. Venice dropped to his knees, his hands shaking as he tugged Tristan's trunks down. Tristan's cock sprang free, long and thick and perfect. Venice leaned in and took it into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the girth.

"And pompous. The absolute last thing I need is to marry someone arrogant and narcissistic and controlling and pretentious and" "Sera." "Toxic. Unhinged. Dominant in the most insufferable possible way and" "Sera." He cuts off my rant with a laugh before it can reach full momentum. "Don't judge before you've met them. Dorian and his brothers are actually decent once you get past the exterior. For a group of murderous criminals." A casual shrug. "That is a genuine compliment, from me." Dorian Alessio Valenti. Heir to the Valenti Syndicate.