Venom Lasher Novels & Stories

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

"The woman is still somewhere in this building. He must've followed her when she was tracking you." Leto charged in before Brandon could say anything. He hardened his hand with diamond skin and sent a punch to Brandon, who used both arms to shield himself. The cracking sound of broken bones echoed into the room as Brandon staggered backward, keeping his stance despite his broken arms. Vincent jumped in the air, bringing his left foot forth, but Leto easily caught his foot. Vincent swung his hand, clawing into Leto's diamond-hardened arm. The claws were able to scratch into Leto's arm, making him grin in enthusiasm. Black blood dripped to the floor, indicating the venom worked perfectly again

The impact was bone-jarring, and Lucas gasped in pain, but still, he tried to push himself up. "Stop it, both of you!" Olivia’s voice cut through the chaos. But neither man seemed to hear her. Asher was consumed by a primal rage, a territorial instinct that demanded he eliminate the threat to his maye. He advanced on Lucas, who was struggling to his feet, and with a snarl, he struck, his hand gripping Lucas’s throat. "Asher, no!" Olivia screamed, horror etched across her face as she watched the terrifying power Asher had. She knew Lucas had no chance against him—no one did. Asher was a werewolf, a predator, and Lucas was just a man, brave but foolish.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

As he passed beneath, he drew a jagged line across the beast’s belly with a bone knife he had been given as his only weapon. The Chimera landed and spun around with unnatural agility, ignoring the wound. The snake's tail lashed out, striking like a whip. Ashren rolled, but not fast enough. The fangs of the snake grazed his shoulder. He staggered back, his blood hitting the sand. "Poison," I choked out. "Neurotoxin," Valen noted calmly. "He has about five minutes before his lungs paralyze." Ashren stumbled. He looked at his shoulder, then at the beast. He realized the game was rigged. He realized he couldn't fight this like a man.

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

"Attackkkk!" Everything after that moment happened in a blur. The enemy blindly opened fire, they rained silver bullets on us, ready to kill. Asher fully transformed into Blaze; he was a true beast standing at 6 feet; being a lycan, he could walk on two legs. Picking up an assassin Asher tore his body into two halves with his sharp claws as if it was made from cardboard and not flesh and blood. Visceral snarls, groans and loud growls filled the air as men and wolves collided and then bloodshed began.

All everyone could see was a curtain of green and blue flashing between the two sisters then the curtain narrowed until Viper became visible, rounding up both sisters by using their own snakes as binding ropes then with one great kick, sent them crashing in a heap of serpents and dirt. Moros and Whiro then attacked. Viper lashed out, performing a set of complex moves with her arms and streaks of lightning were projecting out of her body like long electrified chains, each one grabbing at the two gods. She yanked them hard toward her direction and they were flailing. Lucas lunged forward, throwing his shield at an angle so that it flew past Viper, struck Whiro, Moros then circled back towards

Nonetheless, Chaos decided to not give this any more attention than it needed, as he checked his new Abilities. [Venom Secretion (Claws, Tail, Fangs): Level 1] An Ability unlocked from the Poison Dragon Skill Tree. Grants the ability to naturally secrete venom from specialized venom glands within the fingers connecting to claws, and the stinger of the tail. The intensity of the venom increases as the level does, alongside the Magic Stat. Venom properties can be edited the higher the level of the skill becomes. [Stupefying Charm: Level 1] An Ability unlocked from the Incubus Vampire Skill Tree.

As the hissing of her Mambas gets closer, I ignore them and pretend to focus my gaze on Ryan and her bitch instead. "I have seen my scapegoat," I said with a smirk. Just then, the venom woman dived at me, and I slowly stepped aside, which made one of her Mambas whoosh past my face. I didn't let them regain their stances when I removed two arrows and shot them in the same motion. It hit one of the Mambas, pinned it to the ground, and I watched as it burned to ashes. The venom woman yelled in a rage, then hurdled at me, this time with her long claw. She snarled, her bloody teeth, which looked like a fang, revealed in the process, and her claws aiming for my face.