Venom Lasher Novels & Stories

Bima cursed. They reached the narrow gap and hid behind it. From there, they could see all the chaos unfolding. The Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS was being swarmed by Twitchers, fighting desperately to keep recording. The Lurker Slime emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing red, seeing the Vlogger BOSS as a new threat. The monster lunged at the Vlogger BOSS mercilessly. WHAM! HIIISSSSSSS! The Vlogger BOSS was struck by the coiling body of the Lurker Slime, his freezer dented.

“I don’t want any of you who are carrying a pup to be anywhere near this fight.” “Tough shit,” Leneve says, uncorking the little vile and downing the substance. Making a weird face as she swallows. “Gross.” She stuck her tongue out as if the substance was sour, one eye closing as she let the taste settle. “I am a hunter by nature. Lycan by birth and cursed by the sorceress under the moon. The hellhounds don’t affect me, I can control the nightmare horses and I can fight. I will stand with my mate and fight beside the Queen and King of shifters.”

I shouted. "J- j- jag -" It got worst. "Jaguar?" I asked raising my eyebrowhis He tried to nod. He tried to lift his hand. Then demonstrated three with his fingers. "No, no, no." I was able to fathom what he meant. There are three people responsible for the poisoning that happened to him. It includes Jaguar. Then who are the other two person? "Elder Jaguar?" Damien questioned. I knew he was fuming with anger. I tried to held my temper in.

his sister suddenly mumbled, her head lowered. Venom turned to look at her, then I saw it. Right there on his neck, was the same tattoo I'd seen on Keegan and Andrea. I knew it at once. He was a shadow assassin.

"Thanks to you, the tournament will be cancelled tomorrow. So are you happy?” "I never begged to be bullied, Xena! It's all their fault they got injured chasing me. Now ask your naughty boyfriend to hand over my phone!” The slap landed hard across my cheek before I saw it coming. I barely raised my head again before receiving another one. My vision blurred as my cheeks burned. She was about to deliver the third one when Asher grabbed her wrist. “It's enough!" He glared at her, then turned to me. "Get out.”

the shift of him, the decision happening in his body before it happened anywhere else, the sound of him getting up and crossing the room and taking the stairs three at a time. His voice from somewhere above. "Tor!" The word came out of him like something being torn loose. Then Tor in the doorway. Taking the room in one second. Crossing to us without being told. His hands under my arms. Varek said five words. "Nightshade synthetic. The blade was coated." Tor looked at my wrist. At the lines. At my face. He didn't ask questions. He never asked questions. The medical room was too bright. I closed my eyes against the lights and cold clean air came through a mask and my lungs grabbed at it and th

Half Lycan, half werewolf. A leash disguised as a crown. A way to chain the last Lycan Enforcer to their throne, to breed me like livestock until my blood was diluted and my line was theirs and Lycans were just a story old wolves told to frighten pups. I looked at Armea. She was beautiful in the way a dagger was beautiful , crafted to cut, cold to the touch, deadly if mishandled and empty if not wielded. Her eyes promised power and politics, Not partnership.

“You’re a comfort, Vincent.” The music swelled. Lila watched Asher Voss stumble through a waltz with Vera Blackthorn, the she-wolf’s crimson nails digging into his neck. “Bet they’ll name their firstborn ‘Obnoxious,’” Vincent muttered. Lila didn’t laugh. Asher moved like caged lightning, all coiled rage and sharp angles. She’d seen him once after a border skirmish, shirtless and bloodied, roaring at the moon—a primal thing that made her wolf stir uneasily.

“It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.” “Oh? Is that a promise or a threat? Because if it’s a promise, I need to know if I should fix my hair,” Lila shot back, her eyes sparkling with that unpredictable fire that made Asher want to either kiss her or lock her in a room so the world couldn't touch her. Or both. Preferably both. “Asher, what the hell is this?” The voice came from the shadows. Snake, a guy with more tattoos than skin, stepped forward, flanked by two other Reapers. They looked Lila up and down with the kind of skepticism usually reserved for a vegan at a steakhouse.

I was shocked as I screamed-" NO... Wait..." But he unexpectedly dodged the attack as he flipped in the air and landed perfectly fine looking back at her. His eyes color have changed into the red as he was ready to fight. But Luna Megan turned back to her human form as she looked at me while raising her one eyebrow. She said-" He is not a salve Shawna, Don't be fooled by a Night Rider... He is Venom!!!!"