Venom Pool Novels & Stories

Vienlock Toxin was a truly cruel poison. It left the victim conscious and forced them to slowly experience their demise. It was a fate far crueler than an instant death. “It’s a rare poison crafted by the Five Venoms Sect. It’s seldom used. It has only been used twice in history,” Dustin said in a calm but sharp voice. “The Five Venoms Sect?” Gasps filled the room as faces paled. “But didn’t they get wiped out years ago?” Once a notorious cult of evil, the Five Venoms Sect had been eradicated by the Martial League.

"What is it, Helen? Talk to me." Helen dropped her voice to a tense, hurried whisper. "The guards just found something in the water lines. Someone dumped a highly concentrated batch of silver-root venom into the wells by the eastern gardens. If anyone touches it or breathes in the steam when the morning sun hits it, their lungs will paralyze in minutes." All the air left my chest. "Where exactly?" I whispered, my hands starting to tremble. Helen looked at me with a mix of pity and absolute dread. "The eastern paths, Zaria. Right by the treeline. It’s the exact route you take every single afternoon to go see Maeve at the greenhouse."

Ahmed touched both glasses and made circular motions with his hands, moving the extremely purple liquid so that the substances were uniform. — The effect of snake venom is difficult to apply in situations of casual danger, not least because it needs to be in contact with the person's bloodstream. The effect only occurs if the poison comes into direct contact with the blood. If you drink snake venom, and your mouth, pharynx, larynx, stomach and all digestion channels are in good condition, without internal injuries, the worst that can happen is dysentery, feeling sick and being hospitalized for mild poisoning or nothing else. than that, the organism itself will expel the poison that has a lar

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?'

The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house. --- For the next couple of days, the smiths received a new task: processing Venom copper. After separating the ore from the stone, it had a green tint instead of the brownish that copper has. Another thing that they discovered by feeding it to captured monsters is that it is highly poisonous. So the smiths treated it with extreme caution. The actual processing of the material was very hard. The forges that the tribe used didn't generate enough heat for the smelting process, so David had to improvise using enchantments.

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.

His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions. Venom was also usually quiet but he became louder and louder with each drink of ale, laughing raucously with Leech. Venom had mocha-coloured skin and eyes with thick dark curly hair. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes held a lot of mischief and he kept looking up at the treetops. Cory knew hiding from high vantage points from which he could rain down his poison darts was his signature move in battle. Cory turned her eyes back to Hayden who looked like he was contemplating something deeply.

“You walk in. I’m right outside with the team. Wire. Full tactical. The second anything feels wrong, we extract.” I nod. Twenty minutes later I’m in black leggings and an oversized hoodie, Kevlar vest carefully strapped beneath, custom-fitted weeks ago when threats were still theoretical. Alexander adjusts the straps himself, hands shaking slightly. He presses his forehead to mine in the elevator. “I can’t lose you,” he whispers. “Either of you.” “You won’t.” The warehouse is abandoned, rusted metal and broken windows, the Bay lapping black and cold against the pilings. Alexander’s team is shadows, snipers on adjacent roofs, drones overhead, every exit covered.