Venomshank Block Tales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And he’s looking at me. At the vial in my hand. “Explain,” Alaric says. His voice is death. “Now.” Vincent opens his mouth. I don’t let him speak. I throw the vial. It smashes at Vincent’s feet. Black liquid splatters his boots. “That’s blackroot,” I say. Loud. So everyone hears. “Contact poison. You put it on the blade that cut him. Just like you put nightshade in my mother’s kit twenty-three years ago.”

Shifters healed fast, but the steel—the one material that could nullify his strength—kept the wound raw and stinging. In the corner, Kan Nelblack lay like a discarded doll. The enforcer was pale, his breathing a shallow, rattling whistle. They’d taken him down with a surgical strike to the throat using a splinter of wormwood. It was a rare, toxic wood from the old Sopttyi District, almost mythical in its lethality to those with Kan's particular bloodline. Legend said the toxins weren't from the tree itself, but the parasites living within the grain. Wormwood manacles, carved with jagged precision, circled Kan’s wrists and neck. The wood hissed against his skin, smelling like singed meat.

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.

"Tell me, Alice, have you always felt…different?" The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. Kade’s hand brushed against my arm, a silent warning. "Enough riddles. What do you know?" Elias chuckled, the sound both amused and knowing. "More than you’re ready to hear." I clenched my fists. "Try me." Instead of answering, he reached into the folds of his robe and pulled out a small vial. Inside, a dark crimson liquid shimmered unnaturally, almost as if it were alive.

Arthur who launched his already cast defensive spell to protect Rome inquired out loud. Verra was over by the black leaves, studying them. She touched and tasted their texture and channeled mana through the veins of the leaves, trying to understand their makeup. Over the years, Xasha had rubbed off on her more and more. She was now obsessed with gaining knowledge about plants and anything else she thought would help the guild. "Guys, avoid those snakes, they are dangerous, even touching them is lethal. They aren't snakes, they're vines their poisonous vines. What you see is an illusion," her words woke everyone up.

Shan Li talked about walking around the carcass of the big tooth cub as well did not forget to show them what he is talking about by raising the fur of the dead beast. “And this is mean, this one is the legendary big tooth that has venom in their claws, and if it was put into the prey flesh they will become paralyzed, and that is why Shan Yang are feeling numb in his legs, and after an hour or a day you will lose your life.” .... “Is that so, like a snake?” Sol Ming whisper, and then she looked down at the looking-pale Shan Yang, his lips has begun to lose their blood, and the face looks so sick.

“A boy died in front of me because I didn't know which crop to burn.” “He died because he failed to kill you,” I corrected. That night, sleep evaded her. I felt it through the bond as I paced the war chamber. She stood at her basin, scrubbing her hands again and again though no blood touched them. The images replayed in her mind—poisoned wine, the girl’s sobs, my face when I gave the order. Her distress clawed at me, feeding my storm. **** “The venom is Nightshade-root, prepared through a science chemical process,” Beta Thorne said, dropping an iron vial onto the war room table.

My wolf had been fully blocked by whatever drug they had injected me with. I moved to sit up, trying to pull my heavy body upright. I felt weak. It was then I realized and winced loudly as I felt the silver shackles on my wrist, the spiked shackles that dug into my skin. Dried blood crusted around each spike that embedded me, keeping the wounds open so the silver could poison my blood. I tried to break them off and with each pull, I felt them tighten and then smelled the wolf bane they had been dipped in.

Stiffening in shock, Thiago replied, "I have indeed heard of the All-Seeing Eye before. It's one of the mystic arts and an extremely profound ability. It is said that only the most accomplished monks and cultivation masters are able to harness that ability. Is it related to treating my condition?" "Not only is it related, but it is highly essential," Cassian answered before launching into an explanation. "The Two-Fanged Venom is hidden within your bloodstream and nearly impossible to detect. However, someone with the All-Seeing Eye can easily locate the poison. Do you know of anyone who has this ability, Lord Drakeford?" "No ordinary person could possibly possess something like that. I'm afr

Xandros's POV I saw the shaman make some incantations on the poison which was unbottled but it was in a metallic pan, he took his time to fortify it as he stretched forth his hands to me while his other hand held a knife. "Let me see your palms” The shaman requested so I did give him, only for him to cut me across so deeply that blood began to fountain out. "Ouch! What was that for?” I asked, then he replied