Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

He looked at her as one would a fly before they’re about to smash it with a fly swatter. “This is for my lab,” she told him and threw something she held in one of her fists into his face. The werewolf screamed, grabbing his face as the small silver pellets burned him. James cringed as the man fell to his knees, calling her several nasty names as she backed away from him. James now saw what Doctor Thompson meant when she could be hostile and made a mental note not to piss her off. The impostor stood up, looking like a rabid animal. “You are lucky the maker wants you alive, or I’d tear you to pieces, bitch!” He snapped and James noticed small, red burns littered his face.

All of a sudden, and without warning, three shots were fired into the room, all three hitting only the farm workers, smack in their foreheads, and I watched in horror as their burly frames tumbled to the ground, blood oozing out of the holes. Dante, sick to his stomach, immediately threw up in the corner, gripping his knees tightly, while I fought back the dread that threatened to claw out of my throat. Aric’s voice rang out in a deep, evil chuckle, as he came forward, and I watched in shock as a man clad in black suit walked in from outside, carrying a small gallon in his hand. What was that?

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

“A boy died in front of me because I didn't know which crop to burn.” “He died because he failed to kill you,” I corrected. That night, sleep evaded her. I felt it through the bond as I paced the war chamber. She stood at her basin, scrubbing her hands again and again though no blood touched them. The images replayed in her mind—poisoned wine, the girl’s sobs, my face when I gave the order. Her distress clawed at me, feeding my storm. **** “The venom is Nightshade-root, prepared through a science chemical process,” Beta Thorne said, dropping an iron vial onto the war room table.

“You said those collapsed years ago.” “Most of them,” he replied. “Not all.” The floor shuddered. A deep, mechanical thud echoed above them — the first explosive charge. Dust rained from the ceiling. Lena’s breath hitched. “They’re inside.” Adrian pulled her close, pressing something cold into her palm — a metal disk with a glowing blue core. “Flash detonator. Only if we’re cornered.” “Adrian—” He met her eyes, firm. “Don’t argue. If something happens to me, you keep moving. Find Victor Dane. He might know how to stop this.”

A silver-coated, armor-piercing bullet laced with a high concentration of vervain shot with unerring accuracy toward my heart. A searing numbness shot through my limbs. Warm blood gushed from the wound as the silver burned it shut. I collapsed to the ground, my vision turning black. I could vaguely hear the hunter leader's cold whisper. "The elders find the anti-sunlight serum you developed to be a threat. You must be eliminated." The potent vervain toxin spread through my blood, and my consciousness plunged into darkness.

“The perpetrator must have been Victor Brooks. My short-term memory logs confirm his fingers presented a flask of mountain water to my position before my cognitive monitors experienced a total blackout...” Miss Yachina terminated the connection with a sharp strike to the display, then pivoted toward Ethan’s towering frame, her voice cracking as a heavy sob escaped her throat. “The track-enforcer asserts that Victor Brooks utilized a chemical agent to compromise his defense! The physician's husband has forcefully extracted Helena from our territorial grid!” A terrifying, primordial chill washed across Ethan’s facial features, his golden eyes freezing over into a lethal glare. Without releasin

I pressed my fingers against Riley's jawline and felt the rapid, unnatural vibration of his pulse, and the bitter scent of scorched copper and almond blossoms hitting my nose made the truth slam into me like a physical blow, because this wasn't Selene's work from the locker room, this was the Nightshade neurotoxin, a signature weapon developed in our own family labs that was specifically engineered to paralyze an Alpha's internal organs within five minutes. Inside, my mind became a battleground because if I just sat on my hands and waited for the medics to arrive, the toxin would finish the job for me and the stolen throne would be returned to the Thorne family without me ever having to pull

From those that brought you Flashbacks, comes this on edge murder mystery with a stint of romance, yet a handful of suspense. Vamp doesn't fail to send the most realistic message to the readers, shedding some light on some of the most endangering truths about sex, money and drugs. And murder, nevertheless bringing out some light amidst all the darkness. **** Written by Onyemaobi

The battle became both chaotic and terrifying because of its unpredictable nature. The Night-Thralls fought with the same pain-blind, suicidal aggression as Elder Thorne's army, but they possessed superior speed and strength because of their vampire venom power. Liam commanded, "Keep the lights on them." The Thralls experienced light burns which made their red eyes shut down their ability to attack because they could not see the bright UV flashlights.