Venom Book Novels & Stories

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

The venom dripping from their fangs ate straight through the stone wherever it fell. These were feral beasts corrupted by dark energy, and toxic fumes filled the air in an instant. Kaelen stepped forward without hesitation, positioning his large body firmly in front of Eira. He swung his Blackrock greatsword, sending a gust of wind crashing into the lead rats. Crunch! The creatures were smashed into pulp, yet their deadly venom exploded outward at the same time. Dark green liquid splattered across the back of Kaelen’s hand. Even shielded by his earth primal power, the high-grade corrosive venom burned through his skin. Flesh split open, revealing pale white bone beneath.

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was the only thing keeping me grounded as I walked into the dimly lit nightclub. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, spilled whiskey, and the unmistakable tension that always came with a gathering of men who thought they owned the world. The Volkov Club was one of the Bratva’s safe havens in New York—a place where deals were made, alliances were broken, and people disappeared without a trace.

Ivonne's pov I couldn’t breathe properly, not with Thorin's knife on my neck and especially not with seeing Hector barely conscious and the metallic scent of blood mixing with the sharp, bitter sting of wolf’s bane in the air. Sevrin stepped closer to the Lycan warriors threatening Hector. “Call your dogs off, Thorin,” Sevrin said, his voice steady, carrying easily through the clearing. Thorin tilted his head slightly, like he was considering the request purely for entertainment.

If not for the fact that we used to be best friends, I would have strangled her to death. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" INSIGHT___ Born into the bloodlines of misery and power, pushed by the bloodlines cursed into being an assassin is no other than Daisy Vipers. Daisy Vipers, a badass princess of the vipers, is known as an undercover, the most dreadful assassin, but there is more to the beautiful new breed viper. What is it? Find out in the incredible release of Book 2. Coming soon!

I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them Heavy..... So heavy..... It was like I was carrying a stone. And I was running.... Run! But I couldn't because of the heavy rock. But I had to run... And then I was falling. Falling into an endless pit of nothingness.... Falling and falling... "Wake up!" a voice commanded. Obey... A voice whispered in my ear delicately. "Wake up!" Something cold. It was cold, so cold.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

Why would anyone keep such things? As if in answer, a nearby shelf caught her attention. Titles etched in faded gold lined the spines of several books: The Alchemy of Venom. The Art of Extraction. Scorpion Toxins and Their Many Uses. She hesitated before settling on one—Venom as Cure: The Healing Properties of Toxins. Frowning, she pulled it free, running her fingertips over the worn cover. A book on healing? Here? In this place? The red glow behind her flickered, the shadows pooling just beyond her sightline. Watching. Waiting

'There's nothing else to use. Venom enters the kitchenette, sneering angrily, and laughs at the pen, blunt knife and wooden spoon. He walks slowly towards us, and I throw the salt in his face burning his eyes. He lunges towards me, unable to see, and he tries to grab me. Hailey runs behind Venom and hits him across the head with the wooden spoon, snapping it in half.