Venom Lore Novels & Stories

“I don't think I can close my eye,” I admitted aloud. “Besides, if the creatures come in, I have to be alert to defend Drago, who is unconscious and can't defend himself.” “I have a feeling he will sleep a lot, but when he does, his poison will be very useful for destroying ghouls,” Aris said and proceeded to clean Drago's leg. I sighed and remembered the dragons' prohibition against using their own poisons. Dragon venom was the most lethal of all because it was basically acid in its pure state. Contact with human skin and supernatural skin was the most disastrous thing in the world, so the gods issued that prohibition for everyone.

Only by eroding it completely over three hundred years, leaving not a trace behind, could he be reduced to an ordinary god. After Odin left, Loki instinctively raised his head. A drop of violet-blue venom fell, landing on his cheek. It cut into his skin like a blade, tearing it open instantly. In the pitch darkness, his whole body convulsed as he cried out in agony. The shackles binding him were too heavy—his pale skin was quickly torn and bloodied by the iron, yet he could not move at all. And yet, as soon as that drop of venom seeped into his flesh, the wound closed almost instantly. The tiny droplet rampaged within his body, like countless blades slicing through his veins.

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

the sorcerer, Ulysses, narrowed his eyes at me, “But before that, are you sure your maid can overhear such confidential matters?” “Eileen?” Princess Cecilia glanced back at me. “She’s fine.” “Oh, is that so?” The sorcerer smiled meaningfully. This sorcerer seemed intent on dismissing me. He wanted to be alone with the Princess. I clenched my fists, seething with anger as I tightened my sleeves. “Eileen can stay. Continue with your explanation,” Cecilia ordered without hesitation. “Very well.” The sorcerer sipped his tea, his smile unchanged. “Wolf venom is a toxin unique to werewolves. Without blood mushrooms, even a sorcerer might not be able to counter it.”

The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body. “What the fuck did you do to me?” I steady my feet, but my mind is already swimming. “You’re stronger than I thought… and smarter.” He spits out another mouthful of blood and grabs a dagger from his waistband. “I coated my sword in poison. A special concentrate mixed with belladonna and oleander as a base, then a coat of what I believe mortals call monkshood… or wolfsbane. It was given to me eons ago by the Goddess Circe herself. It’s never failed me before.”

James looked at Blake and waited for him to speak. Blake took a deep breath and said, “You’d never guess what was being researched in that lab in the mountains.” James’ curiosity was piqued. He asked, “What did you find?” Blake continued, “You know about Gu venom, don’t you? It’s one of the most venomous things in the world. It takes years, even centuries, to raise a Gu. Each Gu possesses deadly poison and unknown viruses. What’s most scary about them is the virus they carry.”

Its venomous fangs are covered with a toxic substance that can induce paralysis in seconds. It was a serpent indeed, with its sinuous form weaving through the shadows with deadly grace. Its scales shimmered like obsidian, reflecting the faint light that managed to penetrate the dense mist. The Phytophagos Ophis’ eyes glowed with a sinister intelligence. As the creature slithered towards us, its body seemed to meld with the darkness, making it a formidable adversary. Thorn quickly assessed the situation and gestured for everyone to stay on guard. The elēnítēs líthos blades gleamed in our hands, ready to face this new threat.

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

All he had to do was sell some information and perform a single summoning ritual. “Of course. We have the catalysts here, after all,” the man watching over them responded. “Catalysts? Where are the other ones?” The staff member looked around and got up. He finished pouring his energy reserves onto the spell circle. Just then, a thin blade pierce the summoner from behind. “What are you—?!” Their blood poured onto the gourd. The gourd started to absorb the blood. The summoner could do nothing but scream in agony as he was drained to a husk.

“Marsh vipers?” She nodded. “Yes. Their venom alone is deadly but when it is mixed with crushed night roots and fermented under a specific moon cycle, it becomes Morveth Draught.” My jaw tightened. “The herb I mentioned contains a natural compound that breaks the venom structure in the poison,” she replied. “Without it, the poison continues spreading until the organs fail.” I looked at Summer again. “Who the hell would use something like this on a child?” I muttered angrily. Leslie did not answer.