Venom Lasher Novels & Stories

Jaws snapped shut over the assassin's visor, shattering the glass and choking off the scream in a tear of flesh. The remaining Weavers broke toward the breach. The Unlearned swarmed them, dragging the armored killers down into the toxic slush. Leo pulled himself out of the mud, his oversized coat soaked through. Ash and blood smeared his cheeks. He limped toward the center of the room, dragging his useless right arm while the last muffled struggle died beneath the snapping jaws of the pack. The purple transmission light on the floor grates faded out. The grip of the 14-B virus receded from my petrified marrow. I drew in a clean, frigid breath through stone lungs.

“I’m not afraid. I trust you, buddy. I’ve come to this world to stay. I’m not dying anytime soon. Thorne must be saved. This mission must be completed.” My gaze darkened, my pulse calm and cold. “But first… let’s deal with that venom-dripping bitch they call Lazhara.” Ashval’s laugh slithered through me - low, wicked, hungry. “Oh, we will,” he purred. “She’ll beg for the end.”

Hellcat was using knives because she was practically perfect in using it just like Scar who was using knives too. Her nails are typically long and dangerous since it consist of ten different poisonous substance.....but she mostly use it on their victims. Though they all use guns too. Blaze was using the weightlift on his own. Venom was busy resting on a Massage table. Just then onyx came in breathing heavily... "Why are you just coming, Late comer!" Venom asked raising his head. "Gosh!" Onyx exclaimed. "Let him be vee, he's always late!" Blaze chirped in.

His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions. Venom was also usually quiet but he became louder and louder with each drink of ale, laughing raucously with Leech. Venom had mocha-coloured skin and eyes with thick dark curly hair. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes held a lot of mischief and he kept looking up at the treetops. Cory knew hiding from high vantage points from which he could rain down his poison darts was his signature move in battle. Cory turned her eyes back to Hayden who looked like he was contemplating something deeply.

“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?”

It was a cold, sharp decree, heavy with an ancient power that instantly cut through the howling blizzard outside the western tower. ​Down on the freezing marble floor, Lysander was collapsed on one knee. His massive frame shuddered violently. The veins wrapping around his neck bulged, stained a deep, unnatural black as the liquid silver poison coursed through his veins, burning him from the inside out. His breath came in ragged, suffocating gasps. The Lycan King—the apex predator who usually stood unmatched—now lay paralyzed under the weight of that wretched venom. ​"Thalia... leave..." Lysander growled, his voice a gravelly rasp filled with a suppressed, agonizing fury.

Oceano questioned pressing his dagger more into her neck. Lydia smirked and said “Your pathetic friend is poison by my SISTER, do you even know venom used for killing him is not just from Santacmorroa snakes… but King Santacmorroa snake, which is ten times lethal….. hahahaha….. Just check his nerves his fucking nerve… he is probably long dead now…”

Glossary: Primum venari = first hunt - Machaera leonem = saber lion *~~~* Viper watched in utter annoyance and anger as the tholus shift into the obstacle of death. He was well aware that whatever his mate faced was not going to be easy, but he hadn't known his uncle would go all out in such a fashion. His earlier rage with the older male only intensified. Only those titled as elite honored warriors ever used it to train.

Without a second thought, I pulled Lya protectively into my arms, shielding her from the venomous fangs that sought to harm her. In a desperate bid to neutralize the threat, my leg swung into action, delivering a swift, well-aimed kick to the turquoise serpent. The force of impact sent it sprawling away, its hissing protest drowned out by the weight of the moment. However, the victory over the viper came at a price. Even as my strike proved effective, the snake managed to sink its venomous fangs into my own flesh. Agony erupted from the point of contact, a searing pain that radiated through my body, sapping my strength and leaving me incapacitated.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.