Venom Book Novels & Stories

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

“No kidding?” “They are also called Regulus, which is what I suspected.” “Why?” “Their body fluids are venomous.” I indicate Vulk’s groin. “All of them!” “Eww,” Vulk groans, catching on. “That’s how he killed the Unicorn? Now that’s nasty.” 9:23 a.m.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Their ambience was all that was needed to state the difference between them and ordinary werewolves. Both of them were bent over something and I stepped closer to them. It was a book; an old one. In fact, it was the book. Dumbstruck, I looked at Thena. She shrugged. The man who was the Alpha, bit into his palm and when blood broke out of that spot, he closed it into a tight fist over the book. The liquid in the vial glowed and started to move about without being touched. In a matter of seconds, the book opened on its own.

Instead, they bled harder and thicker, flooding the floor until it reached their ankles. A loud crash echoed behind them. Another book had fallen, heavy as a coffin. This one spilled fire instead of blood. Golden flames flowed from its pages, spreading across the shelves and casting an eerie glow throughout the aisle. Camela turned around, as her heart raced. “What…what is that one?” she asked. Vincent’s face went pale, and his fire flickered. “It’s mine,” he replied. The book opened with a sharp crack, and its pages bled with his essence: his fire, his chains, and the smile he wore when he pulled her into the hall…with the threads he had wrapped around her wrists.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

' He read the book title on the cover. He later discovered a booklet beneath the ancient manual. It was composed of words. His curiosity was heightened to the highest level. He quickly picked up the booklet and began reading it. A few minutes later, he was overjoyed as he finished reading. The first Venom King was the owner of the sarcophagus. He wrote a book called The Venom God Scripture. It contained all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life—the one and only secret poison art manual. Anyone who learned it had the potential to develop a body that was immune to all types of venom. Furthermore, the individual could control the venomous insect for his own benefit.

Third-person POV The intelligence arrived from New York at eleven-seventeen on a Friday night. Maksim Orlov was plotting to court the daughter of Viktor Sorano. The gala. A calculated power-play. A clout-grab dressed up as romance. Enzo Valenti received this information with the urgency it deserved. He let out a slow breath, leaned back deeper into Dorian's leather armchair, and resumed sucking on a Twizzler. Black Panther played on across the flat-screen. He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway.