Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Novels & Stories

"Killing won't crown you. It'll only leave you with more enemies." "Enemies?" His lip curled back, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs. "Do you not see? We are not the ones outnumbered. Every scream in this palace is proof. Every drop of Lycan blood spilled is a victory. And you..." He leaned in, so close I could see the faint blue veins beneath his porcelain skin. His breath was cool, sweet with decay. "You are the greatest insult of all. Aeryna's blood, trapped in such a pitiful vessel. Power wasted in flesh so fragile I could snap it between two fingers."

I swear, I've never felt so bothered over anything especially a human before! As my finger brush gently against her moist lips to pick up that strands of her hair, our gaze met. She blinked. Her fluttering eyelashes and her trembling pupil create havoc inside my heart. It stir something dangerous that has been sleeping inside of me for a long time. I could feel hot blood rushing all over my body as I saw she parted her mouth slightly, while her eyes slowly closed. Those actions drive me crazy! 'I don't know! My heart wants this!’ And so, I closed our distance with a soft kiss on her lips. The soft kiss then escalated fast to becoming a hot deep kiss.

The chong poison is made up from vipers, centipede, scorpion, toad and spider. Venom groaned out loudly, his veins started sprouting out in an abnormal way. The onlookers were astonished by the display of the abnormality in front of them. "What is that asshole doing to himself? " What the hell." Osman asked no one in particular. Jade panicked as she waddled backward at the abnormal form Venom had taken. She had never seen anything like it before, she lost her balance and fear set in her heart. " This is getting more interesting" Lord Adonis grinned. It piqued Lord Adonis interest that the magician in front of him was going all the way.

"Explain. Now." I smirked, even though it pulled at split lips and tasted like copper. "Old poison. From before you bought me like a prize mare. Slow little bastard sleeps for months or years. Then decides to party when my body’s stressed enough." I glanced down at the fading black veins on my arms, lazy spiders retreating under my skin. "Your whips, claws, fangs, and Asher’s arts-and-crafts knife session? Perfect trigger. Congratulazioni, ragazzi. You didn’t poison me...you just turned the key."

she answers, still moving, and stops at the door with her hands now gripping the knob. My mother used to say to eradicate one poison another rival should be used. The Venom of Death is a tricky and dangerous poison but a worthy rival can silence it and with its power, an antidote would suppress the new poison and curb its effect. “He needs another similar poison…” I say wondering in thoughts. “The seven skulls that is a rival.”

No, he bit me. GOD, HE BIT ME LIKE A VAMPIRE! I'm now feeling the burning pain on my lips. My fingers brushed my lips and I could feel it swollen as hell! How dare he accuse me with such accusations? How can he think of me so lowly? And how can he take out his anger on me like that? Like what?

The pain was so intense, my vision went black. I screamed and yanked my hand out. It was already turning black! The stone box clattered to the ground, and a strong smell of vampire venom filled the air! The smell our kind hates most! The venom was spreading fast up my fingers, like a living snake burrowing into my flesh! I quickly grabbed a nearby animal hide to try and stop it, but the venom seemed to have a life of its own, eating into my hand, causing unbearable pain. Sophia appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the cave entrance. She spoke in a lazy, sickly sweet but vicious voice:

"A kind of potion that can force the holiest man on earth to sleep with a girl." "Oh, that's it..." This time the poison seller gave is in a form of lip colour stick. "The poison kiss." The seller said. "My lady, prostitutes usually use this lip colour stick to get rich and respectable male clients who are not interested in them at the first place. If you kiss a man with this lip colour on your lips, he will lose consciousness in a few seconds, but he will become very sensitive to touch. You can make love with them without them having the ability to rebel or move at the slightest."

He laughed again, that low, dark sound that made my nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my dress. “Bold.” His hand slid higher, fingers brushing the lace edge of my panties. “But stupid.” My pulse spiked. I shifted, reached for the lipstick in my clutch, slow and deliberate. He watched every move. I uncapped it, brought it to my lips. The poison was odorless, tasteless. One kiss. One touch of my mouth to his glass. Ten minutes and he’d be dead. I leaned forward, offering. He didn’t move. Instead, his free hand caught my wrist, lightning fast, grip like iron.

She brushes her fingertips across her lips, shaking the feeling off seconds later, pulling her hand up to the moonlight for us to see her skin pink and irritated. “Stings,” she says, her voice quiet and shy. “It’s poison.” “Poison?” I growl. “Are you sure?” “I may have dabbled in my own potions and poisons once.” She shakes her head, assessing her fingertips again, still burning red with heat. “This is a blood poison. It’s meant to kill slowly but it’s not incurable.” “Tell me how to fix it,” I say, begging. “And hurry, she’s stopped breathing.”