Venom Title Novels & Stories

"This is my assistant Mr. Leonard Smith, Frost said. "Please call me Mr. V," the host said. Leo handed over the file he had brought to Frost so that the meeting could commence. He didn't know how long he was going to last with all that tantalizing and mouth-watering scent drifting up his nose and he just hoped that this was going to be a very short meeting. "Mr.V, as we had talked over the phone, I am going after the Genex project and I need a partner for this cause it's a huge investment that cannot be handled by just one company".

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

Day eighteen. I wake up knowing today is the day I take back what is rightfully and has always been mine. My bathroom mirror shows a woman carved from vengeance: cheekbones sharp enough to cut, eyes cold as winter steel, mouth painted Vendetta red because today is war and I intend to look like the general. I dress for the kill.

Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar. King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him. A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady. The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.

A small skinny guy with a snake tattoo on his neck came up to me and I raised a brow at him. "Well helloooo, foxy." He greeted with a smile and I held back a chuckle. He definitely looks scary and intimidating but a small guy like him doesn't scare me that easily. He looks like Dwayne Johnson's talkative sidekick from that movie Jumanji. "Leave." Shane said and the three guys immediately left the room. "Sofia, you'll teach her everything she needs to know about being a baiter and any other important details. She needs to be ready for our next mission." Sofia rolled her eyes.

She raised her chin in a challenging manner, meeting his venomous eyes. “Now that you know, you should also know that I am not as weak as Damara. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Vincent. I should've proved that to you and your sister when you sent some ninja into my pad last night to slice some potatoes.” Vincent’s laugh was short yet sardonic. But what he did next was something she did not expect. Vincent grabbed her by the hand and slammed her into the wall. The next thing she knew, his body crashed against hers. His other hand was choking her neck while the other was holding both her arms, preventing her to wriggle free.

Nonetheless, Chaos decided to not give this any more attention than it needed, as he checked his new Abilities. [Venom Secretion (Claws, Tail, Fangs): Level 1] An Ability unlocked from the Poison Dragon Skill Tree. Grants the ability to naturally secrete venom from specialized venom glands within the fingers connecting to claws, and the stinger of the tail. The intensity of the venom increases as the level does, alongside the Magic Stat. Venom properties can be edited the higher the level of the skill becomes. [Stupefying Charm: Level 1] An Ability unlocked from the Incubus Vampire Skill Tree.

Everyone looks at me confused all except uncle Fen. “You see, you have challenged me for nothing. Selene took back the title two nights ago. I may have submitted, but you dickhead have failed. Venom Fang and the title will never be yours.” I say as I look at the shocked faces of my family. I nod at uncle Fen.

His blood-stained frame left a hideous imprint on my window and left a crimson trail on my shirt as our bodies collided in his reckless descent. I whipped my head around, locking eyes with him as he let out a guttural groan and shattered the arrows embedded in his flesh with a swift crack. My sharp eye immediately identified the arrows as the very same ones my parents used for hunting in our pack, expertly crafted to target vampires with their deadly poisoned tips. Our pack witch had concocted a potent potion that not only paralyzed vampires, but could prove fatal if left untreated beyond a day.

I looked around, at the fluid that was being passed through my veins, at the heavily-antiseptic smelling room. His gaze hardened at my question, and his jaw twitched, as he threw his head to the side. “You were poisoned, Mi Cara,” he gritted through his teeth, “right under my nose.” “And look,” he rose to his feet then, gesturing to the center of the room, “we have the perpetrator.” I gasped as my eyes fell upon the brown-haired, young-looking man with a yakuza-type tattoo on his neck, noticing him for the first time since the lights came on, and my eyes adjusted.