Venomshank Block Tales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

’ A shiver of revulsion ran down my spine, cooling the heat in my veins. She was right. The stories I had studied in the old tomes, the illustrations etched into forbidden books, they all spoke of Shamans and their blood-filled vessels. When I thought of the countless hybrids slaughtered to fuel these monsters, my own blood began to boil with a different kind of fire. ‘Calm yourself, human,’ Era cautioned, though her own voice trembled with feral rage. ‘Let’s see what he does now that he’s failed to catch us. Will he surrender, or will he hunt another victim tonight?’

“I – I don’t know.” “Then what can?” I roared, storming toward the cowering she-wolf. “I’m – I’m not sure.” She stammered, throwing her hands up to protect herself from any blows that may come. “There are legends about nightshade.” “What do you mean?” “I’ve never seen it done, but there are legends that our venom can turn mortals into one of us. Nightshade is supposed to stop it!” “Thank you.” I told her, stepping back to cast my gaze over her cowering form.

Shamira said, "Shane told you what happened? Why is it I'm not supposed to say anything negative about him to anyone, but he gets to trash me to everyone on a whim?" "Because life is horribly unfair. And because he is the boss," Banshee said smoothly. Banshee quizzed Shamira on which species were venomous, which ones might were web spinners, which ones were ground walkers, and other characteristics of the different types. Shamira was able to get close to the glass on all of them, and didn't even freak out when Banshee let one of the tarantulas out to crawl across that delicate Asian skin.

Second Meeting: Next Day Scholar Li starts off the conversation, "After further experiments and research, there is no doubt that the mushroom poison is similar to that of the poisonous needles. Amatoxin-containing mushrooms. I have compared both the needle and the mushroom's symptoms based on a small dosage on myself." "Yourself?" I say, "Is that alright?" I-Is that why he is walking like a crab today?

He clutched at his chest. A tattered shirt bared his bloody body in the firelight. Between the shredded material Brandon could see the skin turning, branches, and veins blackening beneath his skin as the black fluid mixed into his wounds. Blood ran like water as he turned burning eyes upward. And the black fluid? Brandon knew exactly what it was. The sharp kiss of the Ghoul had burned his insides more than once. Ghoul’s venom. Lethal black viscous fluid that the Ghouls spit and slobbered across their claws, which turned their talons as black as obsidian. For mortals the blood created violent, horrible sickness that ended in death after a few hours, few lived after just one full on scratch. B

Shawna’s POV: “Nice vampee, vampee, I'm telling you, you don’t want to drink my blood. Haven’t you heard dark meat is bad for you? We cause high blood pressure and high cholesterol.” I said, backing away from the vampire as he walked towards me. The babies were crying now, I guess sensing my fear. That’s when I remembered the witches gave everyone potions that would unblock anyone who’s magic had been suppressed by the witch. I didn’t really believe it would work but it was worth a shot. I took the small vial out without taking my eye off the vampire and let the potion spill on my fingers and I just rubbed it into the girls' mouths hoping that would be enough. I wasn’t going to give them mor

I slowly stood on my feet and rubbed my knees that were already peeled from the effect of kneeling on the rough ground for too long. Damien held his head as he felt his head spin, his limbs felt heavy as if weighted by invisible chains. His eyes widened in realization as he stumbled backwards, his hand clutching his throat, the venomous Nightshade potion had already begun its journey into his heart as it coursed through his veins, its deadly grip tightening.

Shade screamed at me, her claws dripping red. I felt my face start to heal. I also knew I was in for a world of pain as soon as it was fully healed. Since she was no ordinary wolf, the venom in her claws would seep into my blood stream and cause me more pain despite the wound having healed. "Give me an answer, Keegan! I'm sick of your bullshit!"