Versus Venom Novels & Stories

They had their size on their side, but their opponents had fangs and venom. Whether a victim of a vampire bite survived was totally in the hands of the vampire. A little bit of venom would turn the victim, while a lot would take him to the point of no return. Chloe watched in horror as vampires sank their fangs into the Manthellan soldiers. The soldiers tried to shake them off but they clung with all of their mite while they deposited their venom into the muscular flesh. She wasn’t sure how much was needed to take down the Manthellan soldiers. They were clearly slowing down and weakening. The thought that the goal was to turn them instead of killing them came to mind and she gasped with

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

"I know it's serious. Whatever it did to me, it hurts like hell now." “That’s the Venom's doing dear,” she told her, touching the mark on her neck. “What sort of venom are we talking about here? I didn't notice the bite earlier and it's my fault but...shit it hurts like hell. “In their fangs. Dark creatures have a small dose of dark magic in their blood and their bite. Feral warriors are the same, except without venom but to the wolf, it was fatal to fairy and vampire.” she explained as they entered the depth of the tunnel.

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.

Yet everybody I had met since leaving had been so sincere and helpful. A strong pain hit me and I whimpered. Gerwulf raised my arm and I saw that my veins had begun turning black and the wounds from the bite was now seeping a thick tar like substance. He placed a small pail underneath my hand as he continued holding onto my arm. "Venom," Gerwulf mumbled to himself as he watched my arm start to turn black. "It's how a vampire marked their meals and mates. Sort of like how a wolf scented their's."

"I'll die first." "Then I'll make sure even hell won't accept your soul." Serena hissed before lashing an elbow down his spine. That was her stink. Marconi yelled as the pain travelled all over his body. He dropped to the floor, his hand on his back, the pain excruciatingly taking over his mentality; so intensely that he was forgetting about himself. His bowels emptied themselves all over his pants. The big yellow viper wasn't tattooed on her back for nothing; she wasn't referred to as the Lord's most dangerous predator just cause. She earned it. Her venom would hit you so bad, like she said, hell itself would reject your soul.

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."

Mimi’s voice was tight with frustration. A pause. Then Victor’s voice was lower but just as tense. “It’s not just one venom. That’s the problem.” I tried to move, tried to speak, but my body refused to listen. It felt like I was shackled to the bed, my limbs too heavy, my muscles locking up as the venom coursed deeper. “This isn’t normal,” Mimi muttered. “We’ve seen poisonings before, but this…” She exhaled sharply. “She’s burning up one second, freezing the next. If we don’t figure this out—”

“And when he does… make sure your honey is laced with enough poison.” Vanessa let out a low laugh. A broken, wounded chuckle. — “You’re a damn snake. I can’t understand how Dino ever set his eyes on you.” Isabela turned fully toward her, her gaze like a total eclipse—void of light or compassion. — “The same way he looked at a rattlesnake like you. But don’t forget one thing, Vanessa… The difference between you and me is that my venom is more lethal than yours.” And without waiting for a reply, Isabela turned and walked toward her car, leaving Vanessa with the empty envelope in her hand and a twisted smile on her lips.

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker