Venom Lore Novels & Stories

Just—alright. Something in my chest loosened, but I ignored it, grabbing the vial, setting it down between us with a little too much force. “Monkshood slows the venom, yeah, but it’s a band-aid. You’re treating the symptoms, not killing the damn thing.” I flipped through the notes, finger tapping against the page. “You need bloodroot.” Luca frowned. “Bloodroot’s toxic in high doses.” I gave him a you’re kidding me look. “And monkshood isn’t? Half the shit in here will kill you if you sneeze wrong.”

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The venom isn't poison-it's a *conduit*. It slithers through my veins like liquid static, stitching itself to the storm's ghost still buried in my bones. Every heartbeat fractures the world: frozen forest, gold-tinged battlefield, derelict chapel where the Weaver stitches stars into a child's skin. Eden's voice wavers in and out, human and raw, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shouts words drowned by the snow's howl. The ground melts and refreezes in jagged spirals, obeying the fevered rhythm of my pulse.

At this point in her life, after being on the brink of death twice, and living in a pack of werewolves, she was prepared to hear anything. "Soul lights are like life forces. They contain one of the purest and powerful supernatural energies, and can ward off darkness or evil. However the one you came in contact with wasn't a pure soul light. Just a conjured one." "What happened to the pure ones?" "Disappeared a long time ago." "Where did they come from?" "The dragon people mostly–" "There are dragons too?!" "And a lot more you humans are oblivious to. No more stupid questions." "What happened back in the study room… was it the soul light?" Violet pressed on. Her curiosity to know more about t

The guard wiped tears from his eyes. "You seriously don't know." "Know what?" I repeated through clenched teeth. He shook his head. "I thought the two of you were close." "We are close" I argued. "Apparently not close enough" he retorted. Anger flared inside me. "Just tell me" I demanded. The guard stepped closer, his expression turned greedy. "Liora's blood gives power to whomever smells it" he said. I blinked. "What?" "It affects wolves" the other guard added.

"Yes, I know. She came to them on her knees, begging to work for them, and when she heard your mother was there, she jumped on the wagon, and brought the idea they could channel your mother's power, which was what they did. In addition to Alchemy, they delved into the forbidden parts of dark magic. They performed intricate rituals infused with blood sacrifices, channeling the essence of ancient vampires from beyond the grave." "These rituals allowed them to tap into the dormant energy left behind by the extinct vampires, enabling them to imbue their creations and vampiric traits. The last piece of the puzzle was the Ancestors, and with their help, a Vampire Venom was created, but here comes

He beckoned us into the lab. Darren’s hand tightened around mine as we entered. The doctor held up the small bottle, turning it under the light. “Well?” Darren asked. “What did you find?” The doctor glanced at us. “The concoction contains derivatives from Lovesting venom.” My blood ran cold at the reminder of those strange insects. When they’d bitten Darren and I in the forest once, we’d been so overcome with their aphrodisiac venom that we’d made love for the first time.

Gremory answered. He spilled the blood into the jar, then turned to Draven. "All that is left is your venom, Draven." Draven stepped forward. He opened his mouth, revealed his fangs and bit into his palm. Dark blood spilled out, and with the blood came a yellowish liquid. The venom. The liquid dropped into the jar, making a sizzling sound. Gremory cracked his fingers and held his hand over the jar. "You might want to step back." He muttered.

He knew his body could withstand other poisons but not the chong poison and even if he wins this round, he still have to contend with Swift. Venom noticed how fast Swift was and knew he might not be able to fight him off before the Chong poison takes it's full effect but then it was still a better option for him to die at the hands of Swift than jade. If he was going to die, he would have to die with his pride intact. Venom's mind was made up, he wasn't going down alone. He dipped his hand in his pocket and took the chong poison in one gulp. The chong poison is made up from vipers, centipede, scorpion, toad and spider.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.