Venom Lasher Novels & Stories

A small skinny guy with a snake tattoo on his neck came up to me and I raised a brow at him. "Well helloooo, foxy." He greeted with a smile and I held back a chuckle. He definitely looks scary and intimidating but a small guy like him doesn't scare me that easily. He looks like Dwayne Johnson's talkative sidekick from that movie Jumanji. "Leave." Shane said and the three guys immediately left the room. "Sofia, you'll teach her everything she needs to know about being a baiter and any other important details. She needs to be ready for our next mission." Sofia rolled her eyes.

The vampire fell to the floor and passed out while I ran to the girl. “Are you okay?” I asked, helping her up. She convulsed, shaking as blood poured out of her neck. “Mate," I heard a growl, followed by a body pushing into me. I fell to the floor, looking at the guard, whose mission right now is to save his mate. “Are you okay?” Asher asked, helping me up. “Yes,” I said, understanding why he behaved that way. “I think he released his venom inside her vein,” Asher said. Obviously he did, because she was shaking and turning pale. I went to the guard and touched him on his shoulders, but he growled at me, keeping his mate away from me.

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My skin was practically translucent now, my veins branching out like black spiderwebs. Images began to surface in the mirror. The mirror showed a battle on the clan borders, two years past. As the clan's top assassin, Cassian had infiltrated the Fallen's lair alone. But it was an ambush. In the vision, he was covered in blood. A Fallen’s claws had torn open his throat, severing the carotid artery. Black venom was creeping into his veins. It was Fallen necro-venom. Left untreated, the victim would devolve into a mindless Ghoul within three days.

Lazaro continued in a clearer voice, the tiny glimpse of vulnerability vanished into thin air, “we’re going to ask our friend here, why he tried to kill you.” He shoved the man’s trembling face to the side, and pulled out a drawer on the table that stood next to him. Then, he picked out a slim bag of knives and threw it down on the table, where we could all see it. Myself. The perpetrator. Lazaro. Lazaro picked up a sharp, curved blade, examining it under the light as he walked round the seat the man was bound to. “Tell me,” he started, “why did you try to kill my wife?”

He walked toward me, joking with Jared about how he’d have been dead if he hadn’t caught me in time. "The Luna knows Moonshade can’t survive a day without me. She’d never kill me," Jared responded with exaggerated confidence. I laughed. My first real laugh since yesterday. "You should be resting after taking care of the pack all day, Ari," Vayne said, voice full of concern. "I will. I just need to finish testing these, stop by the clinic, and then I’m done." I dropped the crossbow and started arranging bottles of shade serpent venom into a brown carton. The blue liquid corroded living tissues. Mixed with silver, it became a slow, agonizing poison for wolves.

’ and it only grew louder. “The Grave Viper' wins!” Cries the announcer. “He is now the third time defending champion…” I’d stop listening to the announcer words, my gaze was trained on Asher who had now walked out of the cage—which had been unlocked, to an inner room guarded by a literal giant. He was a bald man twice my size, with multiple scars running down his face as if to prove how tough he was. As everyone flooded for the exit, I went in the opposite direction to the room Asher had just walked into.

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

Miller, who had hidden in an abandoned warehouse without food or water for ten days just to film this, was now insisting it was evidence. He ignored the Director's scorn. His bloodshot eyes remained glued to the screen. "Just watch." He rushed over, his finger trembling as he hit pause, then zoomed in on the image. And zoomed in again. Until the back of the neck of one of the fighters, a man called "the Beast," filled the entire screen. The fighter was being ground into the mat by his opponent, sweat and blood washing over his skin. On the back of his neck was a twisted, burned scar.

telegraphed, too slow, I caught her ankle mid-air and yanked hard but she twisted, vicious, and liquid fast as she slipped Ryker’s grip, snatching the table knife in a blur of motion. Asher slammed her wrist down, pinning it before steel kissed flesh. Everything happened in a heartbeat. Lance...fucking Lance...burst out laughing, clapping like a kid at a circus. “Oh goddess, Alphas...this is why she’s the Viper! Holy shit, did you see that move? Legendary!” I growled, low, lethal, already calculating how to flay him alive and keep him conscious for days. Vivienne, breathless, twisted in our hold, one leg in my grip, wrist crushed under Asher’s palm, turned her head toward Lance and smiled li