Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

His eyes raged with fury, and voice laced with venom. “Gave her a pineapple juice, and lay waste to her medication so she’d be unable to use it,” I answered truthfully, a psychotic smile on my face. His hand on my neck tightened as he bared his teeth, “I’m going kill you!” I gasped for breath as his hand wrapped tighter around my neck, with no room to respirate or allow oxygen into my lungs. Then suddenly he was yanked away from me and to a side in one throw. I looked up and behold it was the weird stranger that knew my name and had a disgusted first impression of me.

"Hold her shoulders down. When the poison hits her nervous system, her wolf is going to fight the release. She'll thrash." Thane doesn't argue this time. He drops to his knees at her head, his heavy hands coming down firmly onto Sloane’s shoulders, holding her steady against the floor. His eyes are dark, terrified, but his grip is solid. "Do it," Thane commands low. I take the edge of the silver blade and press it against the soft skin of Sloane’s inner wrist. With a quick, precise flick, I slice a shallow line through the vein. Dark, almost black blood wells up immediately, thick and smelling strongly of scorched earth and bitter ash.

The gray trunk was the one she called for when she planned to have Retribution seen while she was about the countryside doing whatever she had taken a notion to do. At the merchant’s house, only the absence of laughter and mirth seemed to be amiss, but in the presence of everything that had happened to the family within the past couple years who would blame them for being solemn? On the grounds, Sylvia’s quick action was the only thing that stopped the man’s youngest son from meeting his end from a snake that had somehow found its way into the stall of the boy’s horse while he was riding. Recognizing the snake as one of Venom’s favorites for its aggression, Sylvia vaguely wondered if Venom h

The artificial intelligence, running constantly in the background of her biometric sensors, immediately dumped its real-time blood analysis straight into the doctor's tablet. Lines of green code rapidly scrolled across the tablet screen. *Toxin Identified: Synthesized Wolfsbane Variant 4. Hemlock base. Paralytic.* *Calculating Counter-Agent.* *Match Found: Epinephrine. Atropine. High-yield adrenaline.* "Got it," Evans gasped. He reached into his trauma kit, pulling out a terrifyingly long, thick steel needle. He snapped three different glass vials, drawing clear and red liquids into the massive plastic barrel.

He forced the Red Viper's venom from his mouth into hers, making sure she swallowed every drop. The moment the liquid hit her throat, Aubrey’s body went rigid. She let out a muffled scream against his lips and then unleashed a kick so powerful it sent Travis flying back into the wall. Travis hit the stone with a sickening crack. He fell to his knees, coughing violently. He spat out the remains of the venom, his own mouth starting to go numb from the contact.

Maya asked, her hands glowing with a soft gold as she gripped the overhead support rail. ​"Ten minutes. Maybe less," Silas replied, her jaw set. "But we’ve got a bigger problem. Look at the scanners." ​On the tactical display, hundreds of red icons began to swarm the landing zone. These weren't drones or machines. They were the "Apex" wolves, Thorne’s personal guard, fully infused with the Primal Seed and the necro-virus. They were standing on the jagged obsidian peaks, their eyes glowing with a synchronized, rhythmic red pulse.

"Then Thelma dies. And Elizabeth has already been given orders to ensure certain... complications in your territory. Food shortages, maybe. Border raids. Perhaps an unfortunate accident involving some of your key pack members. It would be such a shame if something happened to Beta James, wouldn't it?" She had thought of everything. Every angle, every pressure point. But so had I. "You made one mistake," I said quietly. "Oh? And what's that?" "You underestimated Thelma." Her smile faltered slightly. "Your dying mate? How is she a threat?" "Because she's not like other wolves. She's lived before, died before, learned before. And right now, she's using those memories to fight your poison from t

"Shadowthorn essence and Whisperwind Venom, two of the most deadly venoms." "Huh," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at Dr. Halt with brokenness etched across my features. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, and it seemed like the world around us had come crashing down. In that moment, I saw a shift in Dr. Halt's demeanor. Her gaze softened, and she began to treat me not as just a patient, but as if I were her own sister. "Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis."

Thompson barks, his neck veins bulging as his gaze swings to Vivian. His hand trembles violently as he points between us, rage bleeding into fear. Then he sees Deric. And he pales. “It was only a matter of time before I found you, Thompson,” I say, calm, steady, like the reaper arriving with a smirk. “I’m sure you knew that too.”

He snickered while standing before me with his hands folded across his muscled chest. I clenched my jaw in anger, trying to stop myself from getting into a fight with him. These were the words he usually said anytime something goes awry. As vampires, we were unknown to the world, which made us live in seclusion. Nome of us wished to be lab rats. Although we had powers that surpassed humans but after what happened to thousands of our kind years ago, we no longer took risks. “Sebastian, what the hell do you want?” I calmly said through gritted teeth with my fists balled beside me. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he always wished to see.