Novel & Cerita Venom Book

'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.

the room door flung open and Cheyenne walk in holding a cup full of black Mamba venom . "what's..what's that " she ask starring at the cup .I smirk and collected it from Cheyenne " this here is a venom I extracted from a black Mamba snake and it's also the combination of my alpha venom . a drop of this in your system and you and that your baby will be good bye news "I said with a sly smile . I could hear her heart beat thundering in her rib cage ,her face instantly flushed white and fear was now written on her face .

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Venom muttered “And the last is………..Nile” I pointed at him and he had a shocking and surprising look on “Me?” He asked pointing at himself “Hmmm, don't forget our deal, I trust you” I said to him and sat down “Wow why do I feel like this is emotional?” War said touching his eyes “Me too, I feel like crying” Asha replied “Amy take the bottle?” Kelvin passed it to me and I took it and spinned, it stopped right in front of Venom

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

VENOM was awakened by the birds' synchronized chirping and the crowing of the morning rooster. As soon as he opened his eyes, his body jerked up and his hands ruffled his short hair. "Shit!" he muttered in a croaked voice and looked around his studio-style cabin.

He knew his body could withstand other poisons but not the chong poison and even if he wins this round, he still have to contend with Swift. Venom noticed how fast Swift was and knew he might not be able to fight him off before the Chong poison takes it's full effect but then it was still a better option for him to die at the hands of Swift than jade. If he was going to die, he would have to die with his pride intact. Venom's mind was made up, he wasn't going down alone. He dipped his hand in his pocket and took the chong poison in one gulp. The chong poison is made up from vipers, centipede, scorpion, toad and spider.

It seemed to be heading towards the other part of the forest. Just as she started to relax, something slithered loudly behind her. A second later, she heard the sharp hiss of a snake. She froze, her entire body going completely still. She dared not move, not even a finger. The snake slithered into view, crawling over her shoulder and slithering down her chest. The moment she saw what kind of snake it was, she lost all hope. A black mamba, a highly venomous snake with a deadly venom. She had read a lot of books to know what it looked like, and what would happen if she got bitten.

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.