Venom Lore Novels & Stories

I said. Christopher froze. His nostrils flared, his pupils shrinking to tiny black needles in the grey light. "You keep repeating that absolute nonsense." He stepped closer, his breath puffing into a white cloud between us. "But you are completely ignoring basic biology. She is bound by a high-tier elven hex. Even if her heart rallied for a single second, the venom is rooted in her veins. She would just sink right back into the dark." "I cut the roots," I whispered.

My cheeks felt hot at his words and I shook my head in embarrassment as he chuckled, then carefully dropped me on the counter, his eyes staying still on mine, refusing to look anywhere else as though it could change the plans he had in mind. “I'm only trying to dip you in a cold bath.” He revealed, placing a hand on my forehead while examining the pulse on my neck for a moment. “Fuck, your temperature is still high. It's been going up since you passed out in bed. I'm glad I noticed on time.” Right, the damn poison. Silently, I watched as Lazaro put the bathtub to work, letting the cold water do its thing as he mixed some honey and milky scented fluids into the tub and topped it up with some

Or maybe they were busy like Everett and I were busy last night. “The paralytic,” Avani growls. Merethyl puts her hand on his arm, calming him. “Correct,” Everett says and pushes a button to separate the eight strands of venom again. “Last night I spent most of the night trying to figure out what type of venom we’re talking about. Once I found one, I knew where to look until I found the others,” he says and names appear above the venom strands: Inland Taipan, Blue Malayan Coral Snake, Death Adder, Russel’s Viper, Banded Krait, Eastern Brown, and King Cobra. All eight are types of snakes. The paralytic comes from snake venom.

"Nathaniel dragged his last words on purpose, so Bettany felt inexplicably horrified and scared. Right now, she felt that her life was in danger!" "Mr. Ye, of course, I wouldn't dare to do anything to you! I only used the Golden Lancehead Venom to detoxify the Fire Ant Venom. The Golden Lancehead Venom is the most powerful poison in our village. So, you'll be able to control everyone who has this venom in their body, and none of them will dare to disobey you! This is an exclusive ability that only belongs to the patriarch. Moreover, this venom can detoxicate any wild poison in the world, but it makes a person aggressive. Now, your body hasn't gotten used to the presence of the venom yet, so

he asked. Keyla leaned back, looking at Andreya, who had begun to show signs of pain. She looked up at Randey. “Those creatures’ venom is a powerful toxin, infused with Dark Magic. They are extremely lethal.” Randey felt a chill at knowing how easily any one of them could have died from a bite. Without Keyla’s skills as a Sorceress, they would likely have perished. Andreya let out a moan, twisting her head. The dark lines were spreading. Keyla urged Randey to let go of her arms and stand aside. He did so, and she stepped over beside him. “You can do nothing for her?”

Fenryn said, his eyes narrowing at Asher. “Wonderful! Well then, shall we get down to business?” Asher said grinning at Fenryn as best as he could from his position. “The venom I used was from a Serpentine, mixed with the Dethar herbs from the Detharidu.” Vaughan gave Asher's words some thought. He could see how those two mixed together would give the perfect results. Serpentine's were as numerous as their ancestor snakes. Some had powerful venom, while others were not as potent. Some venom acted quickly and could kill a dragon, while others were slower and only dangerous if not noticed and cured quickly.

He pulled out a small, iridescent silver vial and smashed it directly against my chest. The glass shattered, and a viscous, emerald-green liquid exploded across my skin. The agony was instantaneous and absolute. It wasn’t just poison. It was a strong, ancient strain of wolf-bane. This brew used dark magic to target the Lycan bloodline directly. It felt like liquid fire was being poured into my veins, melting my muscles and scorching my very soul. I let go of his throat, collapsing backward as the world began to spin out of control.

He would never hurt her, but I don’t want her scared. “Those bastards,” Aaron growls, his eyes glowing a golden orange when he lifts his head. “Thrash is the deadliest, slowest toxin known to Lycans. Mix it with Wolfsbane, and it acts as a fatal disease that would take years to fully kill someone.”

I touch one, the velvet soft under my finger, and wonder for the hundredth time who’s winning this war, the one with Theo and Amara, or the one with the man down the hall who slips into my locked world like smoke. I hate that I keep them. I hate that I count them. I hate that every time I crush one, another appears, like he’s saying “you can’t destroy me that easily.” I get out of bed, legs unsteady from the dream I won’t admit I had (his hands on my thighs, lifting me, his mouth devouring mine until I forgot my own name). Livia, you need to get yourself together. I dress in black leggings and one of his hoodies (stolen from the laundry room because I’m a masochist and it smells like him, po

I lifted her upright slightly, cradling her against myself, but her body sagged limply, another cough sending crimson down the front of her underclothes. And then I saw it. Around the faint red punctures, her skin had begun to discolor-a purplish hue spreading slowly outward like ink bleeding through paper. The tips of her fingers, too, had already darkened, her hand twitching faintly in his grasp. It all came together in a sickening flash of realization. The Purple Venom Viper. My blood ran cold. I had only heard stories-the serpent said to live deep in forbidden groves, its bite so venomous it could turn flesh to ash within hours. Victims rarely survived unless treated immediately.