Venom Lore Novels & Stories

Maybe, he answered Vanessa's question at last, which she failed to hear as she was busy explaining things to Becca. All of a sudden, Alexander sensed something and a vampire jumped on Becca, trying to bite her. “Ah!” she screamed. Alexander ran to her in a haze and pushed the vampire roughly away from her. “Her blood is poisonous for us,” Alexander informed him. Vanessa looked at the male vampire, saying, “If you want to die, feel free to take a bite.” The male vampire grunted, “Fuck.” With that, he ran away. “I am happy that my blood is poisonous,” Becca mumbled and took out the flower Vanessa had put in her hair. “I have seen enough. Let’s see Insworthe Manor.”

Freya gathered the whole infestation into a tornado, so Alex and Luna could easily attack the entire thing. Boom— Alex brought all his swords together and made them one, killing one of the queen insects with one attack. From its mouth, poisonous thread spewed out like a fountain. Toxic yellow liquid oozed out from its body. The venom was so potent that even the tinier bugs couldn’t stand it. As they came into contact with the raucous liquid, the bugs melted into an ivory solution, which also happened to be poisonous. With that, the venom flowed towards them like a river stream. Poisonous yellow smoke appeared wherever it passed.

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.

But that had been taken from her, and it was all because of Nestor. Loleng’s hand trembled as she reached for the vial of black potion that sat beside the basin. The liquid inside was thick and dark, like oil, and as she uncorked the bottle, the room filled with the stench of sulfur. She poured the potion into the basin, watching as the water bubbled and hissed in response.

she asked, curiously seeking an answer. The healer’s eyes darkened with concern. "Dracen's dark magic has enchanted venomous snakes to fiercely guard the plant. These snakes are not typical snakes. Their bites carry a poison that paralyzes you instantly and leaves you defenseless. However, there is a way to counter them."

My entire body was shaking, but I tightened my grip on Viktor's hand, using it to anchor myself. I reminded myself of Jade's instructions. I needed to picture the venom, find it, then control it. I exhaled shakily, forcing my mind to ignore the pain, to see beyond the pain. It wasn't easy, but I pushed past it with great effort. I knew I was running out of time. I imagined the venom as a thick, black, oily liquid moving through my veins. Like a poison. I had seen it with Hunter, so I knew what it looked like.

♤ Ven♤ "Ven for Venus, princess?" "Ven for Venom." My eyes sparkled with the hue of light purple when the human was looking at me in confusion. But not for more. I smirked while noticing he choked on air. His breathing stopped. The Colour of poisons started to creep from his toe. It didn't take a minute to turn his body blue.

It was forbidden under current werewolf laws due to its soul-shattering effect, a punishment deemed too cruel even for the worst offenders. “This,” I said, taking the bottle from Alisha and holding it up so that the liquid caught the light, casting mysterious patterns across Nina’s increasingly pale face, “is Voidroot Elixir.” I let the name hang in the air, heavy with menace. “The ancient wolves called it Lunaris Venom. A punishment reserved for traitors—those who betray blood, bond, and moon.” My voice dropped to a whisper, though I knew everyone in the now-silent room could hear me perfectly. “Death is far too kind for you, dear sister.”

he answered, and I had to stop breathing for a second so I wouldn’t tackle him into the rails on reflex. “Why the theatrics?” I asked, voice staying where I put it. “You could have blown us before we walked in.” “Oh, Venom.” He tasted my name like he wanted to use it for something later. “You of all creatures should understand ritual. The hunt isn’t about the kill. It’s about the look between predator and prey when they recognize each other. It’s about recognition.” “You’re not a predator,” Velia said. “You’re a scavenger dressed in chrome.”

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.