Venom Deku Novels & Stories

I lifted her upright slightly, cradling her against myself, but her body sagged limply, another cough sending crimson down the front of her underclothes. And then I saw it. Around the faint red punctures, her skin had begun to discolor-a purplish hue spreading slowly outward like ink bleeding through paper. The tips of her fingers, too, had already darkened, her hand twitching faintly in his grasp. It all came together in a sickening flash of realization. The Purple Venom Viper. My blood ran cold. I had only heard stories-the serpent said to live deep in forbidden groves, its bite so venomous it could turn flesh to ash within hours. Victims rarely survived unless treated immediately.

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.

Just absolute, single-minded focus. I glance down at the packet in my hand and read the label aloud, because apparently six in the morning on a kitchen floor is where my dignity has come to rest. "Mousse di pollo con brodo di verdure arricchito." I look back at her. "Chicken mousse with enriched vegetable broth. Very distinguished. You eat better than most of my associates." Mina meows without pausing, without looking up, without granting me anything except the ongoing grace of her continued appetite.

The light was illuminating the room. " How could you say that?" He asked, his fingers stroking my cheeks. I turned my gaze to him, "The poison they used for me. It is very rare. No one knows the exact process of its making. But here I just survived it. Mom has told me once when I tried to know more about rare poison. It's a mixer of black mamba's poison, the poison of deadly Scorpio, pufferfish, Mollusca, blue-ringed octopodes, and more deadly poisonous creatures. Only one ancient book of Latin holds the exact method of its making, " I told him.

insulted, V tried to act threatening but was failed by the unforgiving wound on his belly. "I don't know what you are talking about, but I am giving you the truth," she began pacing toward them. "What are you doing?" confronted Marco, but now, fear was in his voice. "Drink that," she said coldly while handing a glass of some sort of weird-looking fluid in it to V. "You're not yet healed and you shouldn't be out of your bed yet. Don't worry, it's not a poison, not a love potion either. You need this to make your recovery fast."

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

Elianna would enter veiled, guarded, distracted by ceremony; Cassandra would enter armed with secrets. She unrolled the parchment the apothecary had slipped beneath her door. Venin d’Aube—a dawn-coloured tincture that sealed itself in flesh like liquid fire, paralyzing the lungs beneath a perfume of roses. A single drop on the barbs of a training javelin would finish a dragon, the chemist had sworn. Cassandra would need only to nick Elianna’s skin. In the chaos of choreographed combat, who would notice a scratch that never bled?

The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house. --- For the next couple of days, the smiths received a new task: processing Venom copper. After separating the ore from the stone, it had a green tint instead of the brownish that copper has. Another thing that they discovered by feeding it to captured monsters is that it is highly poisonous. So the smiths treated it with extreme caution. The actual processing of the material was very hard. The forges that the tribe used didn't generate enough heat for the smelting process, so David had to improvise using enchantments.

The old woman entered the ward, closed the door, and fixed her gaze on Bruno, who was on the hospital bed. Her originally honest and simple eyes turned crafty. She took out a disposable syringe that was full of a transparent but slightly yellow liquid. It was a top poison from Middle Crium, and its ingredient was a toxin extracted from the venom of a venomous snake, the banded krait, captured in the local desert. People all over the world had only a smattering of that kind of venom. The more mysterious thing was that no one could detect its ingredient in the poisoned person's body during the first three days. After three days, various signs of being poisoned would gradually appear.

This one was ten times more intricate, making it a little harder for me to escape. Rolling his sleeves up, his forearms revealed ink that I had never seen before. While almost every inch of his arms had been covered with markings -on one arm, my eyes focused on a single rose with a serpent wrapped around it. Switching my gaze to his other arm, there was a dagger that pierced through the exact flower. Right below it, were the words: Like madness is the glory of this life. The quick movements of his hands had me mesmerized as he so gracefully looped the material up my arms.