Venomshank Block Tales Novels & Stories

Chanted words in the old tongue that I couldn't understand. Nothing worked. The poison kept spreading. I could feel it crawling through my body, settling into my muscles, my joints, my bones. My wolf was still there, but distant. Unreachable. Like she was trapped behind a wall of glass. "The venom is designed to target shifters specifically," the healer said at some point. Speaking to Karson, I think. I was too far gone to be sure. "It attacks the connection between human and wolf. Severs the bond temporarily."

"After saying that, Maverick left." "When there were only Mango and Nathaniel left in the secret chamber, Mango began to ask curiously." What were you two talking about just now? He talked about Augustus and that Golden Lancehead Venom in my body. Nathaniel's words made Mango feel quite uneasy. "Nathan, isn't there any way to get the venom out of you? Can we just forget about it, please? I'm getting so sick of these little things." "As a matter of fact, Mango had been traumatized by the venom, and she had hated it since she thought that she was pregnant. Hence, she couldn't understand why there were people who researched this kind of stuff. Urgh! It was just so revolting!"

His hand crushed my neck as he held me up. “Tell me now, why do you think we’re the enemies?”. “Because I can smell it. You both are from a corrupt organization in search of the Vela Harmento, which can cure whatever cut, illness, bruise, or curse caused by magic. Usually I’d let you scurry on, but I have taken it up on myself to guide you to the afterlife.” He raised his right hand, launching his fist onto my face. “Got you now,” Raider growled. I could see his sword pierced into Vash’s back with blood dripping from the cut.

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.

The White Tide crown lay across the ravine behind us. It rose from the ground. The crowned shadow reached for it through Raiken’s body. I pulled the white wolf forward. Not fully. Just enough. Claws formed at my fingertips. White light spread across my skin. I drove my hand against Raiken’s chest. The shadow screamed. The pack recoiled. Black smoke tore from his mouth. It gathered above us, shaping itself into the false king. Shin threw his blade. The shadow caught it. Then laughed. You cannot kill blood.

The several other skeletons were blown away by Alex’s Brahma’s Supreme Touch. As the name implied, Dragon Blood Vine was a kind of plant vine. This kind of vine was extremely peculiar. It was blood red and had glowing blood flowing inside it. When it was cut with a knife, red sap would flow out from it just like blood. Time was running short. Below was a densely packed legion of skeletons, If Alex were to fall into it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Alex grabbed the void. With a huge force, he grabbed at least ten vines and forcefully ripped them off, throwing them into his storage purse. Then, he quickly retreated.

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.

Somehow hearing whatever that was made me dizzy. It was mocking me. Speaking without words. But I couldn’t be distracted. I dipped my hand into the pouch at my side. A special present I'd requested from Vann — black sap venom. It was meant for putting down beasts of burden that were too wild to be tamed. It was an extremely powerful poison, the kind that fed on rot and spread even better in decay. I popped the cork with my teeth and smudged the thick sludge across my claws. It burned my skin. Good. It would hurt the beast more.