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He threw up a vast amount of blood and alcohol and fell to his knees on the floor. “Wh…wha…what di…did you d…do?” Thompson stammered asking the obvious. Chase had poisoned his drink. “Ugh stop whining, Thompson. It’s nothing much. Just a little bit of cyanide in your whisky, doctor,” Chase said, leaning towards him on the floor.” “Please! Please…don’t…kill…me. I have kids,” Thompson begged. Chase blasted into laughter. “Oh, sure! I will not kill you Thompson. Yet, if you fail to comply, you might still die,” Chase warned.

He took down a few more, but the others were relentless. One of them landed a lucky blow, slicing Venom's leg with a dagger. He growled low in his chest and gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his anger. Another intruder struck, but Venom countered with a swift bite, knocking the man crashing to the ground where his throat was ripped out. As the fight raged on, Venom noticed that the intruders were unusually strong. They seemed to be enhanced, their movements almost supernatural. He narrowly avoided a dagger thrust, his eyes widening in surprise.

He couldn't even imagine how brutal it would be to inject so many vials at once! "Yes, sir," he said with a sharp nod. In no time, over a hundred vials of Adrenaline were injected into Kelvin's body. Kelvin was in unbearable pain, and he screamed, "Argh! Frederick Lester! I'll never forgive you! And you, Byron Morrison! I'll curse your whole family! I'm a noble! How dare you do this to me?! The Thompsons will hunt you down and kill everyone!" The pain drove him to madness, his eyes bloodshot and twitching uncontrollably like he was being electrocuted. Eventually, he passed out from the agony.

As her feet landed on the floor behind me, I broke into a sprint, pushing past the small crowd, pulling her behind me, towards a chapel I’d sighted earlier on, taking a route that was hidden from view. And after she fell once, groaning in pain, I quickly picked her up in my arms, and continued sprinting towards the chapel, the rain pouring down heavily and soaking our clothes. I could still hear the bastards that were after us. Could still smell them. We had almost successfully escaped, and stealthily too—or so I thought—as I pushed the back door of the chapel in with my feet, checking to see if it was open, and just as relief filled my chest when it gave way, and I took a step forward, some

"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.

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.

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.