Venom Lore Novels & Stories

He was the only one who had shifted back to his human form, tying a piece of fabric around his waist like a loincloth. “Those are poisonous then,” she assumed. Venom was, as his name suggested, skilled in the art of producing fast-acting poisons and other potions. The werewolf grinned. Cory noticed he was using gloves to collect the mushrooms. “See how there are two slightly different kinds,” he said with a grin. Cory looked at the mushrooms, scrutinising them. There were all polka dotted with red and yellow but some were red with yellow polka dots while the others were yellow with red dots.

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.

The light was illuminating the room. " How could you say that?" He asked, his fingers stroking my cheeks. I turned my gaze to him, "The poison they used for me. It is very rare. No one knows the exact process of its making. But here I just survived it. Mom has told me once when I tried to know more about rare poison. It's a mixer of black mamba's poison, the poison of deadly Scorpio, pufferfish, Mollusca, blue-ringed octopodes, and more deadly poisonous creatures. Only one ancient book of Latin holds the exact method of its making, " I told him.

"I know it's serious. Whatever it did to me, it hurts like hell now." “That’s the Venom's doing dear,” she told her, touching the mark on her neck. “What sort of venom are we talking about here? I didn't notice the bite earlier and it's my fault but...shit it hurts like hell. “In their fangs. Dark creatures have a small dose of dark magic in their blood and their bite. Feral warriors are the same, except without venom but to the wolf, it was fatal to fairy and vampire.” she explained as they entered the depth of the tunnel.

General added in fearful expression. “These are known as black Segil worm’s poison, they are the deadly poison made by mixing of twenty one other poisons which are derived from twenty one different worms along large amount of pure blood of a unmated women, this poison takes high skill and process to develop” I told them “I think this sorceress is very power full, because creating this kind of poison is not possible without great amount power source” I added “Jasmine is there any cure for this?” General Nolan quickly questioned me and I nodded my head.

My vision blurred as the pain intensified, and I desperately tried to hold on to consciousness, knowing that this was just the beginning of my agonizing ordeal. Wolfsbane. It is like creole poison for our kind. It is a deadly substance that causes excruciating pain and suffering for those who possess supernatural abilities like ours. And it has been injected into my veins, slowly coursing through my body, marking the beginning of my agonizing ordeal.

He clutched at his chest. A tattered shirt bared his bloody body in the firelight. Between the shredded material Brandon could see the skin turning, branches, and veins blackening beneath his skin as the black fluid mixed into his wounds. Blood ran like water as he turned burning eyes upward. And the black fluid? Brandon knew exactly what it was. The sharp kiss of the Ghoul had burned his insides more than once. Ghoul’s venom. Lethal black viscous fluid that the Ghouls spit and slobbered across their claws, which turned their talons as black as obsidian. For mortals the blood created violent, horrible sickness that ended in death after a few hours, few lived after just one full on scratch. B

Thanks to his strong cultivation, he managed to suppress the toxin from spreading for the time being. Presbytery Gui sneered and said mockingly, "I raised this centipede with the venom of scorpions, Dendrobates, and venomous snakes, so it's extremely virulent. Even if you are in the Acquired Realm, you will die within two hours if you're poisoned!"

his voice taking an even scarier tone as he got up and dark clouds poured out of his hands, floating around him. Dread pooled in Soraya's eyes as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. Black magic, she realized with terror. This was her first time seeing him like this. Alwin was an old wizard who was like a father figure to her. He had taught her everything she knew about witchcraft after he had taken her in when she was lost and wandering decades ago. He had always talked about how the witches and werewolves used to live in harmony. This fueled Soraya's hopes when she learned about the prophecy. He turned to her, letting down the hood of his cloak. Soraya let out a silent gasp as she

I know I struck a nerve. “I know what you’re doing,” he sneers. “You’re stalling. Hoping your wolf will come and save you.” My heart skips as he chuckles—a sound that’s sick and gleeful. “She’s not coming,” he says. “Not now. Maybe not ever.” I freeze. “You know what I injected you with?” he continues casually. “It’s called Neruthium Veil—a poison bred from the roots of the Bloodshade tree, soaked in silver, enchanted with death chants. The most vicious substance known in our world. It severs the soul from the beast.”