Venom Book Novels & Stories

My central nervous system was collapsing into total dark-mode. My eyes locked onto the empty glass container on the iron table. The water had been heavily laced with a high-grade military paralyzing sedative. Desperate to maintain a single line of defense, I bit down on my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood burst across my tongue, but the chemical tide was absolute. I tried to unleash a territorial roar, but the output emerged as nothing more than a broken, breathless whimper against her shoulder. "Mother... did your line... drug my wolf?"

The whispers in the glass started to fade, drowned out by the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together and the desperate, animalistic sounds we were making. Vane was at my neck before I even registered the movement, his teeth sinking into my throat so hard I felt my blood well up and spill down my collarbone. His venom burned as it surged through my veins, hot and electric and so potent that I felt my toes curl against the glass. He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out.

Kevin snarled, his voice dripping with venom and possessiveness. Those memories were like a sharp blade piercing his heart. "You'll fucking know what it feels like to be touched by a man," he growled as he pulled out and then slammed back again, thrusting relentlessly with a ferocity that left her gasping for air and clutching at the sheets. His slow strokes were an aggressive claim of his dominance, making her feel weaker and weaker. As his tip delved deeper, Emma wept more. Gone was her innocence, in a way she never foresaw, her heart heavy with sadness, her soul torn apart.

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”

I roar in pain as the harpoons pierce through my thick scales hitting my back and wings. "Ellie!" He calls to me, but I barely hear him due to a ringing in my ears. My back and wings burn with pain, my head begins spinning as my vision goes blurry and the world around me becomes unfocused. Those harpoons must have been dipped in dragons bane. I start to lose strength and gravity begins to pull me back to the earth. I land roughly in the clearing, causing the harpoons to dig deeper into my body. I am consumed in a smoldering pain from the poison now running through my veins. I cannot tell for how long I have been lying on the ground as I fade in and out of consciousness.

Harold stammered, trying to sound like a student found smoking in the school environment was something that happened everyday. “You're cool,” the student said with eyes of administration as he walked to Harold. His breath as he neared Harold was choky but he, Harold, didn't say or do anything. “My name is Drew and I'm a vampire. That explains why this room is —” he looked around the room in one glance then back at Harold “— this way.” He expected a verbal response from Harold and when there was none, he continued. “We can make some changes in here if that's what you'll like.” He took in long, deep breath and out, causing the smoke to make his voice not too visible.

I hugged the her immediately “You came,” I whispered. “You know I would.” She answered. And in her hands, wrapped carefully was the book. She unwrapped it and my breath caught. My mother didn’t speak, she just simply let the cloth fall away. The air charged more. The pressure could be felt. Kael had a horrified face staring at the book. It was entwined in vines— Blood vines. The raw power from the book pressed against my skin, my lungs, my bones—everywhere.

Somehow hearing whatever that was made me dizzy. It was mocking me. Speaking without words. But I couldn’t be distracted. I dipped my hand into the pouch at my side. A special present I'd requested from Vann — black sap venom. It was meant for putting down beasts of burden that were too wild to be tamed. It was an extremely powerful poison, the kind that fed on rot and spread even better in decay. I popped the cork with my teeth and smudged the thick sludge across my claws. It burned my skin. Good. It would hurt the beast more.

"It can poison you like a snake's." The Black Shaol's saliva started to drip from it mouth in big amount that it disgusted the Vivien and Marjien. As the saliva touches the ground, the place where it dropped smoked. Venom. The freaking Black Shaol was dripping with venom. "How can we fight it when it's dripping its venom?" Marjien asked. She had already drew her sword and was now prepared to fight. Only Theo and Jucel were not holding a weapon. "Avoid it," Chloe deadpanned before she jumped to attack first.

I had no idea how to create a plan to eliminate the threat. I was surprised to find Miriam sitting at our dining table with a huge grin on her face. The ever-present electricity between us had told me she was there before I entered the room, but the happiness radiating from her stole my breath. I gave her a confused look before gently kissing her forehead and sitting at the table. "I found something that can help us!" She exclaimed, shoving a book toward me. "This says that wolf's venom is fatal to vampires." "That's great." I replied, not able to muster the same level of excitement.