Venom Title Novels & Stories

“Why is my brother’s name on a fucking kill-list?!” -----

Why would anyone keep such things? As if in answer, a nearby shelf caught her attention. Titles etched in faded gold lined the spines of several books: The Alchemy of Venom. The Art of Extraction. Scorpion Toxins and Their Many Uses. She hesitated before settling on one—Venom as Cure: The Healing Properties of Toxins. Frowning, she pulled it free, running her fingertips over the worn cover. A book on healing? Here? In this place? The red glow behind her flickered, the shadows pooling just beyond her sightline.

Vince's face contorted with rage, the veins on his temples bulging as his voice erupted, carrying a note of disbelief interwoven with anguish. On the report, his parents' names were unmistakably listed. Beneath them were several grisly photographs—images of their swollen, misshapen bodies, stung beyond recognition by hornets.

"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?"

Then everything did. Joseph's body convulsed violently. He arched off the couch, mouth open in a silent scream. The black veins throbbed, pushing toward the surface. A gurgling sound rose from his throat, and then he vomited. Thick, dark fluid spilled onto the wooden floor, reeking of death. Tasha gagged and turned away. Debby covered her mouth and nose. "Is that... the venom?" Tasha asked. Chris nodded. "Looks like it. Smells like it too. Vampire venom is the most pungent of venoms."

The way her own heart was racing suggested her world was about to change fundamentally. "What does my biological mother have to do with my coordination abilities?" she asked, forcing her voice steady. Director Okafor sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. "Your biological mother, Amara Thorne, was the granddaughter of a woman named Selene Thorne. Your great-great-grandmother. She was one of the most powerful coordinators in recorded history. She founded the confederation, then walked away from it. Founded something called the Verdant Archive. Her coordination abilities were so strong they literally soaked into objects she touched."

"You are cordially invited to the wedding of Vito Moretti and…" I stopped reading. The rest of the words blurred into the background as his name burned into my mind. Vito.

"Now she's given me all the evidence I need." "Touching," Vera said. "The grieving widower finally finds his spine. Too bad it's twenty years too late." She pulled something from her coat—a vial of black liquid that made every wolf step back. "Concentrated shadow venom. One drop kills a wolf. Half a drop kills a phoenix. And this?" She held it up to the light. "This is specifically designed for corrupted phoenixes. Like you, dear Mona."

“Vigor? How dare you ignore the rules imposed by the Nonagon and display your power in front of the world?!” This roar, instead of frightening Venom, made him even more bloodthirsty. He sneered and said, “So what? These people are just ants. Let them see all they want. It’s no big deal to kill all of them later. Since you’ve entered the door, I really want to know what your strength is!” After saying that, Venom burst into action. He tapped his toes on the floor and the dagger in his hand, with a biting chill, flew straight for Fennel’s chest!