Venom Deku Novels & Stories

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.

"Get the treatment started, the best there is, I'm calling the shots here!" Once he hung up, his eyes darted to mine, a flicker of guilt betraying him. "Wren's taken a turn for the worse. She needs this special serum to kick her immune system into gear, and the one you've been waiting on just got here. Give it to her!" I could not help but scoff, my words deliberate and biting. "Is she even worth it?" That serum was worth a fortune. It was not something just anyone could buy. It had been reserved for my granddad five years ago, and I had called in more than a few favors to secure it.

I say casually, resting my arm on the back of Dimitris’s chair. “Why the fuck are you telling me this?” Zephyr spits, before downing his drink. “Well, this majestic little creature happens to naturally produce a highly lethal venom. A neurotoxin known as tetrodotoxin. It’s found in a lot of sea creatures and is the whole dangerous appeal of eating fugu. You see it takes very little to kill someone. The beauty of this poison is the paralysis it causes. Complete shutdown of every muscle in the body. A person injected with a lethal dose can be left trapped in their own body in agonising pain until they suffocate to death, provided they don’t go into cardiac arrest first. Always depends on the d

Or maybe they were busy like Everett and I were busy last night. “The paralytic,” Avani growls. Merethyl puts her hand on his arm, calming him. “Correct,” Everett says and pushes a button to separate the eight strands of venom again. “Last night I spent most of the night trying to figure out what type of venom we’re talking about. Once I found one, I knew where to look until I found the others,” he says and names appear above the venom strands: Inland Taipan, Blue Malayan Coral Snake, Death Adder, Russel’s Viper, Banded Krait, Eastern Brown, and King Cobra. All eight are types of snakes. The paralytic comes from snake venom.

I answered. “I see.” Alpha Delrico nodded. “The antidote I gave you is to treat people who are poisoned by poisonous plants and animals.” I frowned. “So the poison wasn’t from your pack?” "We have six variants of poison that we extracted from poisonous plants in the untouched forest," Alpha Delrico said, looking at me seriously. "Only the deadly poison has been tested to be coated or inserted into objects." "So, it's possible that the perpetrator purchased poison from your pack and then conducted their own experiment by coating the bullet with the poison?" I concluded from Alpha Delrico's statement.

“Keep them breathing. Don’t let them shift—it’ll accelerate the venom.” Lerder was already there, dragging a warrior from the firepit, rage carved into every sharp line of his face. “This was deliberate,” he growled. “This was targeted.” Elara knelt beside the fallen scout. The man’s skin was blotched with bruises blooming like rot under his veins. She sniffed the spit-stained cup near his hand—then spat it out. Bitter almond—Blackroot oil laced with shimmer bark. Lerder crouched beside her. “You recognize it?”

I returned to my seat within my wagon, in the nest I had created between the boxes of Daerton’s precious potions, and added the mushrooms to them, next to the golden coil of Rapunzel’s hair. “What is this?” Perditha asked as she joined me, kneeling before the crates and lifting the little jars of potion. “Anti-venom,” I told her. “These here,” I gestured to the left. “Are made from the venom of the spider monsters, the right from… well, I’m not sure what to call it. The ones in the middle were an attempt of creating a more universal anti-venom. They were tested on rats, and appeared to be successful…”

They deserved the gridiron. "I didn’t dabble,” Vydon swore, raising his good hand in mock surrender. He understood exactly the concerns I battled inwardly. “Gossart hunts people who do not pay Ozric back, and he is also an avid collector of krait snake venom in Streppes. Their family line is famous for the garstini drink that's made from larvae roots and venom. It makes their blood acidic and corrosive to others upon contact. Drawing their blood is a no-no. They will never be wolf's meat.”

the sorcerer, Ulysses, narrowed his eyes at me, “But before that, are you sure your maid can overhear such confidential matters?” “Eileen?” Princess Cecilia glanced back at me. “She’s fine.” “Oh, is that so?” The sorcerer smiled meaningfully. This sorcerer seemed intent on dismissing me. He wanted to be alone with the Princess. I clenched my fists, seething with anger as I tightened my sleeves. “Eileen can stay. Continue with your explanation,” Cecilia ordered without hesitation. “Very well.” The sorcerer sipped his tea, his smile unchanged. “Wolf venom is a toxin unique to werewolves. Without blood mushrooms, even a sorcerer might not be able to counter it.”

Then, the two began concocting their potions in the courtyard. After a while, Western Venom held up a jet-black pill and coldly said, "Kid, my Devil's Pill is ready. Dare you to take it?" As he spoke, his eyes were full of provocation. Stephen couldn't help but taunt by saying, "I bet he won't dare to take it! If he does, without Western Venom's antidote, he's as good as dead!" Even ordinary people could see that the black pill contained deadly poison. Western Venom had concocted it using venomous insects, poisonous plants, and toxic flowers.