Viltrumite Novelas e Histórias

I had unlocked a memory that I tried so hard to bury within the chambers of my mind. So I reached for the bottle of cheap vodka that I hid behind the swings as I contemplated whether or not to drink -if it would make me more of the monster my father turned into. "No, please don't drink" He said as he walked out, with the laptop in his hands. "Please, don't drink. I love you and our baby and there's no way to prove it except-" "Albert Smith. Duluth" He said as he typed something into the laptop. The tapping of the keys rang repeatedly in my head as I stared back at the bottle that I held in my hands.

I woke up in another room that was darker than before. My head was dizzy when I got up and sat down from my lying on the cold floor. For a moment I blinked without being able to see anything, but a moment later I was sniffling. This can't be true. Damn! I frantically grope the cold stone floor beneath me. I don't know for sure, but my visibility that is getting clearer even though it's just dimly convinced me that this is another ability of being a wolvire.

Were they unrelated then? According to the records, there were no survivors. The new substance was called Vivamite. It was Pantiumite forced to evolve and mutate in extreme conditions to become more reactive in nature. Unfortunately, the more reactive it was the more unstable it was with the human body. I dug out Mia's personal folder, to confirm my suspicions. Mia had been used to test versions one to three and the results were dreadful although not fatal. It was version four that killed her when it exploded from within. Versions one to three were definitely more efficient than the ordinary Pantiumite. However, terrible side effects like nausea, hallucination and extremely sensitive nerves

Roy is presently in a 70:30 situation, which meant his chances of dying were high, due to the amount of wolfsbane he was injected with. “He was injected with wolfsbane.” he finally replied. “What’s that?” Kimberly asked, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Elijah nervously ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to scare Kimberly, but she deserves to know the truth. “It’s a substance that temporarily numbs the wolf in a werewolf. Vampires use it when fighting, as an easy way to kill our kind.” “Roy is going to be okay, right?” she nervously asked.

It seemed that was all that was missing for these two, F******k official, Darren seemed to be dragging his feet, the big debate of a guy his age, to actually commit to a committed relatioship or continue the casual flirtation that usually turned to friends with benefits. The girls had made one complete turn of the downstairs as Violet finished up the last sips of her second cup of beer, she felt the felt the tingles of the liquid starting the beginning process of what they did best, intoxicate. Violet took no notice of the stranger in the corner that had his eyes on her even before she walked through the doors. He had noticed her presence even before she made a physical appearance in front

, Vanessa shouted in frustration. She looked around her perfectly decorated room. The room was very neat as well. The walls were painted pink which had designs on them; butterfly designs, love designs, a lot of them. She had a sticker of her favorite artist on the wall at the top of her bed as well. Her bed was pink in color too, with pink bed sheets, pink pillowcases, and even a pink duvet. Her eyes roamed around and fell on her dressing mirror.

Especially not now that I see a ray of hope. “Here, under the microscope, this component mainly has a bright greenish-violet color. It amalgamates with the essence of the rare plant in Siberia I talked to you about—the Utlavderia. The reaction creates a chemical compound that, when ingested, collapses the lungs of the victim and bursts the tiniest blood vessels. It also makes blood turn white, or transparent. Like regular water.” I cringed at the thought. A memory escaped from its confines in my head, a memory of tears streaming down a woman’s flushed cheek. Groaning silently, I lashed the memory back into its cage.

I tell them with a concerned look on my face. “You were poisoned. Someone slipped wulfenite into your water canister,” dad says through gritted teeth. My eyes widen in surprise, “Wulfenite? Where the hell did someone get wulfenite?” I ask in disbelief. Wulfenite is this rare mineral that is found in shades of reds, oranges, or yellows. It’s usually too thin and sensitive to be cut for jewellery, so faceted pieces end up as collector’s items. It’s not significant to humans or other supernatural creatures, but to a mutolupus, it’s highly toxic. If it doesn’t turn you insane, it kills you.

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

The woman said politely. "Okay". I said as I walked to the bed and sat on it. I watched the women line up the bowl from the door to my path. The women knelt down on their knees. She carried my legs and deepened it into the bowl before they all stood up. "My lady, this is not blood". '' She finally responded to my question and I raised my brows for more inquiries. "It is called vitcal, it strengthens the bond of two mated wolves my lady, this kind of vitcal are rare and are found in the wild ''. She explained.