Venomshank Block Tales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The pandemonium in the room was crazy, so I did something. I picked up the scalpel she dropped, and stabbed him in the chest. Right where the venom was. I dipped and tore the skin open and man, the skin was so tough most probably due to the venom. I was going for the original method, bleed him out. The venom began to flow out together with blood. I took my still bleeding hand and placed it over the torn bleeding skin and let my blood drip into it. The venom sizzled, like my blood was burning it.

When the Red Tooth Shark bit Morticia, she felt a strong venom poured into her body. The venom spread throughout her body, counteracting the Blood Spirit Pill's poison. The Red Tooth Shark's venom would cause severe numbness. Once infected, no matter how strong the cultivator, they would be incapacitated. Coincidentally, the venom and the Blood Spirit Pill were mutually exclusive. Perhaps it was the gods' will. Morticia would not be able to live if other sea creatures attacked her.

"We’re all out of it. Go on, get your bark and get out of here before the doctor catches you. He’s in a foul mood." I nodded and hurried out, my hand pressed against my pocket. I could feel the shard through the fabric. It felt like it was humming, a low vibration that made my skin crawl. I didn't go back to my post. I went to my small room in the barracks and locked the door. I sat on the edge of my cot and pulled the shard out. "What are you?" I whispered to the empty room. I remembered an old story my grandfather used to tell. He talked about the Shadow Shards—stones dipped in a poison so slow and so deep that no medicine could touch it. It didn't kill the body right away. It ate the soul

Shaid said, as she watched the Vampire stalked towards them slowly. The potion Urrale gave her must really work, because this vampire had no idea Shaid was just like him, but far deadlier. The vampire blurred in front of her thinking she would be an easy kill but oh how wrong he was. The vampire grabbed her by the throat trying to force her head to the side to put his teeth into her neck. Shaid, grabbed the hand holding her throat and snapped his wrist exposing his bone. The vampire screamed out holding his hand backing away from Shaid. This time Said stalked him extending her fangs. “What are you why can’t I smell that you’re a vampire?” “Oh, it’s too late to ask questions now, wouldn't you

This made the Kingdom more orderly and reduced corruption by the nobles by half. Not only that, Kinsley, who is a pure-blood vampire, wants to wake Abigail back. Using his blood and power, he intends to perform the forbidden ritual of the whole blood moon to wake Abigail from her long slumber by sacrificing the reincarnated soul of Abigail.

Unafraid, I begin rubbing it deep into his wounds. Mentally I tense up, waiting for the sting of the nightshade oil to hurt me, but there is no pain. How is that possible? I know Nightshade burns all shifters. The wounded warrior screams louder, his pleas a gargled mess gasping for air. Taking a finger, my long claw extends. I can’t stop myself from slashing the palm of my hand. I quickly apply more paste to help. I flex it open and shut, trickling my blood into the warrior’s wound. I’m shocked when it starts working.

What happens next is carnage. Kael moves like death given form, his shadows extending like bladed whips that slice through scale and flesh with terrifying ease. He leaps impossibly high, catching one of the diving creatures mid-flight and dragging it down to the bridge. The impact cracks the magical surface, sending spiderwebs of light racing outward. The Voidrake shrieks and thrashes, but Kael is relentless. His hand closes around its throat, and I watch in horrified fascination as the shadows pour into the creature, devouring it from the inside out. Within seconds, there's nothing left but dust.

"Shadowthorn essence and Whisperwind Venom, two of the most deadly venoms." "Huh," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at Dr. Halt with brokenness etched across my features. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, and it seemed like the world around us had come crashing down. In that moment, I saw a shift in Dr. Halt's demeanor. Her gaze softened, and she began to treat me not as just a patient, but as if I were her own sister. "Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis."

Ishaan’s stomach twisted, but he schooled his features, tightening his grip on Hayden. “I didn’t kill him,” Ishaan said, his voice low but firm. Ashwin let out a bitter chuckle, one that dripped with disgust and disbelief. Without a word, he raised his hand and pointed at the motionless, blackened figure lying not far from them. There, amidst the ice and blood, lay a dead black mamba Naga, its lifeless form curled in on itself. Ishaan exhaled sharply, already feeling the exhaustion settle in his bones. “Are you fucking serious?” He turned to Ashwin fully, irritation bleeding into his tone. “That isn’t Ohas.”

Picturing it made bile rise in his throat. Better to sprint down five flights on shaking legs. Better to twist an ankle or crack a kneecap on the concrete steps, than stand motionless while something that ancient, hungry and terrifying decide whether to drain him dry or fuck him to death first. The memory kept flashing: the wet fangs pulling free, blood on lips, trailing down neck, the limp body still impaled, hips twitching in dying rhythm. Shawn’s stomach lurched again. He gripped the handrail so hard his knuckles bleached white, but kept moving.