Venom Book Novels & Stories

“The book you mentioned is the book of prophecy. It has been passed down by the first Fathers of the church and it tells of the destruction that your kind will bring upon this world, and how to stop it. I should have known back then that the Vatican were helping your kind.” “Why would they do that? What could the Elders have promised them and what destruction are you talking about?” Rune asked. “Power and immortality,” Aiden replied. “They are afraid of being wiped and so they have joined hands with your kind because they believe they will be safe and you will win the war. The destruction I am talking about is the wrath of vampires which will wipe out the whole human race. The book of prophe

Her world was spinning, and in a moment of clarity, she knew that suddenly, just like that, her life was about to be over. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched helplessly as the wolf opened its mouth and lowered its large, yellow fangs right for her throat. Then she felt awful pain as the three inch-long fangs broke her skin and sunk into her neck. She felt more pain than she knew was possible, then felt her own blood rushing out of her, as her world began to spin, growing lighter and lighter.

"I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now." I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was a

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

The two of us go silent allowing the warmth we share to lull us to sleep. *** I am jolted awake by the sudden pressure thrown on me. Twisting onto my back I see Vega looming over me. The early morning sun reflects off her bright violet scales making her glow. Her tail whips back and forth as she stares at me. "You annoying beast get off of me," I groan. With both my hands I shove Vega off the hammock. She hits the floor with a thud whining in protest. Flavius stirs from underneath me. He sits up wrapping his arms around me.

Jon felt weak in his entire body and he struggled to keep his eyes open. His eyelids suddenly felt very heavy and his limbs were as if encased in cement that he could hardly move. One of the women was bending very close to him until he could smell her perfumed black hair. She had on a flowing white gown which brushed across his face as she stood up and stepped away. Jon's skin tingled as if touched by a rush of cold air wherever she came in contact with him. Then, Jon felt hot liquid flowing from his neck towards his collar and assumed it to be his own blood. In his mind's eye, Jon could see himself surrounded by the three women much like the same way that vultures surround its prey.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

He wasn't aware his own fangs had come out until they were already in her neck. Venom hit both of their bloodstreams like liquid fire. Every nerve ending lit up at once as pleasure flooded through their bodies. Nova could feel him inside her and around her and through her, his heartbeat in her veins, his release layered on top of hers until the distinction between their bodies ceased to matter. She tasted copper. His blood, warm and electric on her tongue, and the wrongness of it didn't register because nothing had ever felt more right. The orgasm didn't stop for a full minute as they writhed in rhythm.

The cameras went black—my doing, a trick I’d learned from years of hunting. I stood again, crossing to the safe in the corner. The book lay inside, its leather cover worn and warm under my fingers as I pulled it out. I flipped to the page, the ritual’s words staring back at me—Latin, jagged, promising salvation. I traced the lines, my pulse steadying. Three lycans, their blood drained into a silver basin under the full moon. The shaman swore it’d work, swore it’d strip the venom from my veins. I had to believe him.