Novel & Cerita Venomshank Block Tales

One down, three more to go. Next, I picked up the first vial. It was a dark, almost black liquid with a bitter almond smell. There were around four poisons with the same property: Belladonna, foxglove, corpselily, and Nightshade. All of them were pure poisons, and I found myself a bit turned around. Which one could it be? All the possibilities were poison, but one had to have advantages. Then it clicked. Nightshade was deadly, but in the right conditions with the correct amount, it could be medicinal. Nightshade causes victims to convulse to the point of shock and eventual death. But it was administered to people with paralysis from snake venom to jolt their bodies out of paralysis. It had t

Out of the instinct of fear and danger, however, a vine of thorns had sprung forth from Shia’s hands, injuring Khailis. “Ah, darn it!” the fake Khailis retreated. Her hand was covered in blood as the thorns pierced her flesh. Surprisingly, as soon as the blood oozed and touched the figure engraved in Khailis’ hand, a black, sinister-looking smoke fizzled from it. Almost instantaneously, Khailis lost her consciousness and fell into the floor. Shia withdrew the vines from her hand. The sudden appearance of the vines gave Shia a great headache for they were not drawn using Freya’s power. She also fell into the floor, her knees giving way and feeling that her whole body had suddenly lost its ene

“The father lay down and offered himself. They gave him a broth with enough wolfsbane that he wouldn’t feel pain. Then the head of the coven slit his throat and chanted this very slow, very low melody. It was barely a whisper in the room but you could feel the power. The lanterns in the grubby tent flickered, there was…force there.” I believed every word she was saying. “Then she collected the blood from his slit throat into a small glass bottle or vial. But it wasn’t red like blood. It had a shimmer, something else to it. “I’m calling bullshit on this,” Franz scoffed. “I can’t believe we’ve driven this many miles to hear some bloody fairy story.” “Well what’s your grand idea? My throat was

Not enough to kill a spirit, but enough to weaken them significantly for a long time. Severed penises float in piss-coloured liquid. Eyeballs, bladders, hearts, lungs, tongues, even teeth. They took every part from every type of species on earth. Shawna is completely unperturbed, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this shocked in my life. I stare at the stainless steel table with the drains meant to catch bodily fluids. “We are burning this place,” I say when I regain my composure. “It’s a fucking torture chamber.”

The taste of blood filled Venom's mouth as he slowly regained his consciousness. His head pounded and when he tried to move, he discovered his hands were shackled to a cold stone wall behind him. The chains were made of reinforced steel, specially designed to hold supernatural strength. He was in a dungeon. "Finally awake, I see." Venom lifted his head, slowly. His vision was still slightly blurred from whatever drug they had used to subdue him. Overlord Rosario appeared from the hadows, wearing a mask that covered everything except his eyes.

I pushed ahead stubbornly, “you’re really going to sit back and watch—“ The next slap sent me sprawling to the ground, more vicious and gum-damaging than the first, and as my skull cracked against the tiled floor, I blacked out. -----

Rhaedon shoved me behind him, his wounded hand dripping blood, but the assassin twisted free, slashing wildly. The blade caught Rhaedon in the side, a shallow gash, but the dagger's edge shimmered with unnatural green. He staggered, eyes widening as poison seeped in. "Rhaedon!" Isaak roared, pinning the assassin and snapping his neck with a brutal twist. The body slumped, but victory tasted like ash. Rhaedon collapsed to his knees, clutching his side. Blood welled, dark and viscous. The bond ignited with agony, a burning vise in my veins. I dropped beside him, hands pressing the wound, feeling the toxin spread like fire through our connection.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

"She wants to wait for intelligence reports while that freak anchors his roots into my father's council. We strike tonight, while his scent is still fresh." "But the Luna commanded—" "The Luna does not see the speed of the infection!" Tahlia barks, reaching into her tactical belt and drawing a small, reinforced glass vial containing a writhing, pitch-black viper from the Blacktide marshes. "Drop this over his balcony guide-rail." Brena’s skin goes completely white under her hair. "A Blacktide adder? The venom liquefies the blood core within three minutes... it will look like a wild mountain accident if it breaches his furs, but..."

"No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chosen one, the most powerful of them all, and Generosasis, she was." "That's a not-so-beautiful story, so you mean shapeshi