Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Novels & Stories

“You poisoned me.” She froze, her eyes wide and I smiled cause I got the culprit. “You thought a little slow poison would kill me? You thought I’d just fade away quietly while you slithered into their beds and tried to breed your way into power? You thought I wouldn’t notice the jasmine in my water pitcher? You’re not even smart enough to cover your tracks, Liana. You’re pathetic.” She glared up at me, blood trickling from her lip, and trying to buck under me.

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?

"There are traces of two poisons in your body." "Poison?" I whispered as my breath caught in my throat, a surge of disbelief and fear washing over my body. Poison? What does that mean? And who could do this to her? My hands trembled as I clutched the armrests of the chair for support. "Shadowthorn essence and Whisperwind Venom, two of the most deadly venoms."

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:

Rozi sobbed. Adrian hugged her. "Don't blame yourself. It was my carelessness. I smelled a faint medicinal fragrance and thought it was harmless." "Find that Dragonbone Whip now," Lionel instructed, "Only that weapon can neutralize the poison." Adrian was doubtful. "Can't I use my inner energy to force out the poison?" "Absolutely not! Do not even think of trying!" Lionel warned, "The poison is only on your face and eyes at the moment. If you try to expel it using your energy, it'll reach your organs, and there will be no saving you."

"Southern wolf's bane is deadly—it eats through skin and destroys faces. Is this because Lucian said I was beautiful yesterday? Are you so jealous you'd rather destroy me?" Right in front of me, he ripped the dress to shreds. "Eve, you think these dirty tricks will make me want you?" He bent down and pressed his mouth to the wound on Ayara's hand, not caring that the poison could kill him too, and sucked the venom out with his own lips.

Nobody dares to take the sword or hand-to-hand weapon from him as they scare inching closer to me. Why does every single person curse and hate me? Her words pierced deeply inside my heart as an enormous light struck the ground. The earth was seen wigging, as their cries and screams kept vibrating in my ear like tiny music. I seemed massive and powerful as my rows of sharp teeth and tentacles expanded with a coat of thick armor. My mouth expands as my teeth and strong jaw can just be seen as deadly as the color of my eyes. My expanded mouth has venom, dripping saliva, and bad breath coming out of it.

The pen knife sliced through the corners of his mouth—clean, deep, cruel. He shrieked as blood gushed from his disfigured lips. They were split wide open on both sides, like a grotesque imitation of a joker's smile. The flesh flapped and split, leaving a horrific image—his lips now resembling that of a sick, twisted jester. He moaned in agony, unable to even scream properly. I stood straight, not even blinking. "You dare say such filth to me? Are you trying to say the person is more powerful than me? In my own territory?"