Venom Oc Novels & Stories

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.

"What do you know about the poison?" The man pulled a small vial from his pocket, holding it up to the dim moonlight. Inside, a thick, black liquid sloshed around, ominous and deadly. "It's a rare toxin, derived from the venom of the Acanthus viper. Only a few people in the world have access to it, and they don't come cheap." Damian's eyes narrowed. "How do I know you're not playing me?" The man leaned closer, the smell of stale cigarette smoke wafting from his clothes. "You don't," he said, his voice a low growl. "But if you want to save that girl, you don't have much of a choice, do you?"

I nod, and call Viper. 'Do we know who did it?' Viper asks. 'Venom. Nolan has just described Venom. With the same web tattoo on his neck.' 'I'm going to text a photo to you. Show Nolan. Ask if this is him.' I receive a photo of Venom leaning against a fence smoking a cigarette. I show Nolan and his eyes go wide. 'Yes. That's him.' I call Viper. ‘Nolan says that’s definitely him.’ 'Not good, Zuri-doll. When do you leave for New Zealand?'

Then, the two began concocting their potions in the courtyard. After a while, Western Venom held up a jet-black pill and coldly said, "Kid, my Devil's Pill is ready. Dare you to take it?" As he spoke, his eyes were full of provocation. Stephen couldn't help but taunt by saying, "I bet he won't dare to take it! If he does, without Western Venom's antidote, he's as good as dead!" Even ordinary people could see that the black pill contained deadly poison. Western Venom had concocted it using venomous insects, poisonous plants, and toxic flowers.

Fennel was right and Venom was fully aware of it. Just now, Fennel’s kick had injected a lot of vigor into his body. If he dared to activate his energy now and the two forces collided, his internal organs would not be able to withstand it. His organs would crumble! If that happened, he would be rendered an invalid! The Nonagon would have no use for an invalid! Venom dared not move around and could only kneel on the floor, enduring the pain in his abdomen.

“Starting tonight I want you to drink 2 sips from this. Just come back to me whenever the vial gets empty for a refill.” Damon looked at the glass vial, it’s about 4inch long and 2 inches in diameter, it has a thin neck and a cork stoppage. Its design looks old and ornate. He can see Dark red fluid inside. He turned it around trying to examine it more. The Liquid turns into brown and back to dark red depending on the light bouncing on the glass vial. “What is it?” “In my research, I have not found a direct solution to counter the venom of the werewolf’s bite, it’s not that there is none, there may be. However, what I have found is an ancient Asian potion to still keep your mind fully intact

His whole face was marred with tears, spit and his body with sweat. I announced with pride, "It is the rarest of poisons. It is naturally extracted from an undiscovered venomous snake. It was even rare where I lived. You see, what I suggest is that it is a relative of the Black Mamba and Faint-banded sea snake. Nobody, but I can make an antidote for its venom." As I was gloating, I saw one of my audience was squirming in pain and despair and the other was shivering and wailing in the corner, not being entertained I rolled my eyes and resumed playing the game on my mobile.

But the light around Lucian flickers, shifting from blue to red, and the sound he makes, half gasp, half growl, rips right through me. The lead healer steps forward, towards me. “The dagger he was stabbed with was coated with poison,” she says, looking at Caelum. “It’s not just wolfsbane. It’s Corvus Venom.” Caelum’s head snaps toward her. “That’s impossible. The venom was banned centuries ago.” Her expression darkens. “Someone found a way to bring it back.” “Then fix it!” I shout. “You’re fae, you’re supposed to fix things like this!”

Finally, Joren reaches inside his cloak and withdraws a small object wrapped carefully in dark cloth. He holds it out to me. “This is all I could acquire,” he says quietly. “It is pure and concentrated. Enough to kill within minutes.” I unwrap it slowly. The vial is small, no bigger than my thumb, filled with a clear liquid that catches the dawn light without revealing itself. Innocent and deceptive. “Wolfsbane,” Joren continues. “Distilled beyond anything used in warfare. One dose is enough to kill even—” “I know,” I say.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.