Venom Novels & Stories

"Not everyone gets this kind of help. You should know how valuable they are." "What is the root called?" Melinda asked looking the charred wood over. "How can they be good for you?" "It is called Heaven's Venom. A type of poison. It can only be grown from the blood of a cultivator hit by powerful lighting. Very good at killing parasites that thrive off of eating synapses." Ren said politely. "The parasites grow and grow till they burst out. Making it difficult to move around beforehand. With the little critters eating away at one's synapses it makes it to difficult to do much of anything."

His words came out laced as a threat. "She knows" Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

“Earlier, Barbara scratched Saga using poison, and then she hurt him by grabbing him by the shoulder. Saga was in pain, but that was precisely what brought Barbara back to her senses. Her memory came back, though she still had some doubts about it.” “But the venom of a wolvire should be deadlier than ours,” Justin argued quietly. The witch shook her head again. “It's not just poison. Whatever it is, we should be grateful because it brings the wolvire's soul back again. We have to get her soon before the devil can control her again.”

Logan murmured to Brooke with immense tenderness. “My boots will return to this chamber within a brief interval.” After meticulously tucking the heavy wool blankets around her shoulders, Logan stood upright and abandoned the bedroom, exercising total caution to seal the timber door silently behind his heels. He descended the stone stairwell into the lower living space before resuming the high-stakes conversation with Samson over the communication frequency. “What specific classification of venom are our lines dealing with?” “It operates as an incredibly lethal, exceptionally rare strand of alchemical poison engineered specifically to trigger catastrophic cardi

A single, invisible drop of clear liquid fell from a concealed chamber in the spout, dissolving instantly into the dark red wine without leaving a single bubble. Vespera’s breath hitched in her throat. She recognized that motion. It was the classic delivery method for Nightshade-Thorn, a rare, odorless liquid venom harvested from the eastern marshes that triggered instantaneous respiratory failure within seconds of contact with the tongue. Corvin quickly stepped back, his eyes darting for a fraction of a second toward Lord Julian, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod. Malakor, still holding the court’s attention with his fiery speech, lifted the heavy silver go

There was this one time when Damien thought the toilet at home was clogged because of a terrible stench filling the air. He hurried out, ready to call the maintenance company to fix it overnight. But as soon as he reached the dining room, he saw Serena eating alone. The smell was coming straight from her bowl. Damien thought she must be eating something awful—how else could it smell so bad? "What on earth is that?" he asked. Serena replied, "It's snail noodle soup! It's really fragrant and delicious. Want to try some? It's seriously good..." Damien quickly declined and asked her to finish eating and clear the smell afterward. He couldn't stand the odor.

I couldn’t stop shaking. “Stop the car.” I cried. “Huh?” Nick was confused. “Stop the car,” I snapped. Nick pulled up on the side of the road. I jumped out of the car and doubled over and threw up on the grass verge. A ripple of emotions followed as my stomach churned again and another wave of vomit proceeded. Nick flew out of the car and ran over to me. He grabbed my hair up into one of his hands holding it out of the way while using his other hand to run small soothing circles on my lower back. The touch and motion grounded me enough to stop vomiting. I felt the calm coming back as the adrenaline was dissipating from my veins, I wiped my mouth and slowly stood.

“In the river. And something bit him, I saw it, it was a snake, a big one. A taipan, I think.” I froze. My blood ran cold. “A taipan?” Cora's head jerked up. “Yeah,” she said grimly. “They sometimes invade the riverbanks during the heat season. We've had incidents before... not like this though.” Holy hell. A taipan. Most venomous snake in existence. Even a werewolf’s accelerated healing couldn’t keep up with the kind of neurotoxin this monster pumped into its prey. That venom didn't just bite, it shut you down. Muscles. Nerves. Breathing. Everything.

“His beast?” Velcira nodded, her eyes dark. “It is called Draumr-Veyr. Dream’s Venom. It does not merely burn the body. It seeps into the mind, twisting dreams until they bleed into waking. That is why she thrashes. That is why her breath falters. If left untended, it will not only take her life. It will strip her of herself piece by piece.” Marita’s throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you mean, strip her?”

Venom clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a scream, tears streaming down his face. Trembling, he fumbled with his schoolbag and began recording the horrific scene on his phone. His father, enraged by the loss of his wife and son, struggled against the men restraining him. But Dr. Antonio stepped forward, injecting him with an unknown substance. Venom’s eyes widened in horror as his father’s skin began to peel, blood dripping from his ears, mouth, and nose.