Venom's Daughter Novels & Stories

the room door flung open and Cheyenne walk in holding a cup full of black Mamba venom . "what's..what's that " she ask starring at the cup .I smirk and collected it from Cheyenne " this here is a venom I extracted from a black Mamba snake and it's also the combination of my alpha venom . a drop of this in your system and you and that your baby will be good bye news "I said with a sly smile . I could hear her heart beat thundering in her rib cage ,her face instantly flushed white and fear was now written on her face .

“ One of doom. Are you going to act as though you don't care? He poisoned your daughter, remember?” “ I don't have anything to do with Nina. I don't know her and she is a stranger to me. I don't want to know her either, she is none of my concern.” he said without regret. Venom lacing his words, I searched into his eyes for anything that might contradict what he had just said, but there were none. He meant it, he didn't care about her at all. She was possibly like a stranger to him, but was that even possible? When she had his blood running through her vein?

Dante's voice blurred from my ears again, and my thoughts carried me to the previous night, and how I almost, effectively, took out our true opponent before I was stopped by a single phone call from Dante. My eyes stole towards the Vipers and settled on their leader, Victor Viper. That man killed his own father to become the leader of his city, and he didn't bat an eye to marry off his only daughter to a monster like myself, even after what he claimed she went through in the hands of his enemies. Dante fell for it, and so did Elijah Smith. But I'm no fool. I'm no idiot. The Vipers are what they are. They are a bunch of snakes pretending to be allies of the web. They will not fool me, and the

Joan eyes widened in shock at the sight of what her daughter had become “Ha…Harley?” she called as she slowly tried to approach her, Harley charged out of the room and towards the kanima outside. She took over the fight, it was now her battling with the kanima as they both rolled around in the passage, and Harley was at full power. She pounced on the kanima with full strength and started clawing her neck with her talons, Joan looked into her eyes and her daughter wasn’t there but this monster. The kanima shrieked but Harley wasn’t bothered, it was like she was getting maximum satisfaction from the way the kanima bled

“They are Werewolves I can tell and compelling as well. Though, she looks quite different from the man.” “This is Alpha, Xavier, from the Vulcan pack.” “Oh my goodness! He's actually a werewolf Alpha,” the old lady said, wide-eyed. “Well, he is. And this lady next to him is his Luna, and she's also my daughter.” The moment the words left my dads lips, the old lady slowly took her gaze up at him in a daze. Just then, she let out a shocked gasp. “Badmos, y…you have a daughter who is a hybrid?”

It had made him see the truth. King Malgron, who had sent his beautiful deadly daughter to poison him, hadn't been working alone. The poison she'd used was incredibly specific. Only a Smilodon Witch could make something that powerful, that untraceable. But here was the problem. Malgron had wiped out ALL the Smilodon creatures centuries ago. Killed every last one of them. Made sure their bloodline was extinct. So how did his daughter get that poison? Who helped Malgron? These were questions that haunted Draevon every single day.

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

But enough remained. ||Abandoned by heaven. Claimed by suffering. What was cast away shall return as judgment.|| Below that, a single line in characters larger than the rest. ||To the daughter who finds this: you were not forsaken. You were planted.|| The pendant cracked. Not broke — cracked, a new fracture running parallel to the old one, and through the crack a light leaked out that was not amber and not blue but something between them, something that had no color name I knew. It lasted three seconds and then faded.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

My eye colour had gone back to normal. "Who's there?" I asked. "Venom" he responded. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and came face to face with Venom. "Mind if we take a walk?" He asked and I nodded. "Do you like the pack house so far?" He asked and I nodded. "It's really nice." "My father was the head of this pack. He was a rogue and so was my mother. They died during one of their missions together. I was ten at the time. I had to be responsible for the well being of my baby sister" he said.