Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

I slammed the injector into Richard’s hindquarter. He let out a jagged howl. His body convulsed. The liquid-mercury serum hit his bloodstream, and for a second, I thought I’d killed him. His black fur didn't just stand on end—it began to shimmer with a dull, conductive sheen. Every hair was becoming a wire. A conduit. "What did you do?" Thorne stood up. "That’s interference!" "It’s medical intervention." I stood back, my heart hammering against my ribs. "The rules say no weapons. This is just... chemistry."

He drops Adrian, roars. Thane fires the shotgun, blasts the scarred vampire back through the wall. “Run!” Thane yells. “Both of you! Now!” Adrian grabs my hand, golden sparks blinding. We bolt. Down corridors, past screaming Nightwatch agents, past bodies. Alarms screaming. Guns firing. Blood everywhere. We burst out a side door into the night. Adrian drags me into the shadows, breathing hard. “You okay?” he pants. I stare at my claws , still out, still dripping. “I just slashed a guy’s face off .”

Virex commanded. The vampire stepped toward the door, his eyes glowing a deep, ancient crimson. He didn't use force. He placed his palms against the glass and began to drain the thermal energy from the lock, turning the reinforced polymer into brittle, frozen shards. With a sharp kick from Marrow, the door shattered. Thorne was at the cage in an instant. He didn't care about the silver burns. He grabbed the bars, his own flesh hissing and smoking as the metal reacted to his Beta-blood. With a roar of pure protective rage, he tore the cage door from its hinges.

THWUMP. A net made of gleaming silver wire shot out from the launcher, expanding in mid-air. It wrapped around two of Kai’s Lycan guards who were shifting to defend the gate. The moment the silver touched their skin, they howled, their shift reversing instantly as the metal burned them. They collapsed, thrashing in the mesh, smoke rising from their fur. "Silver nets," I whispered, horror rising in my throat, bile stinging the back of my mouth. "That's Veronica's signature. She uses mercenaries. She hired them to kill Nash."

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

“We can’t fight an entire pack war unprepared!” And through it all,Kael didn’t move. He just stared at the ground for a second. Then slowly…Something changed in his expression, I saw the way he looked at thorne. “ Thorne, lift up your sleeves.” Then thorne sighed and did it, a dark mark spreading under his skin. Veins turning faintly black… Like something inside him was already eating him alive. A chill ran through me.“Thorne!” I called. He exhaled.“Poison,” he said simply.n“It’s a very toxic one,” he added. “Slow. But effective.”

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

A new image materialized in the air, going back to the hours before the attack. In the image, Chloe snuck into the armory and took a small vial from her cloak. She coated my silver dagger with the liquid from the vial, her movements chillingly practiced. "This is silverfrost venom," Marcus explained, his voice grim. "It's designed to suppress a werewolf's strength and block their healing." Damon, Leo, and every member of the pack who now knew the truth stared at Chloe in utter shock.

The tent flap was ripped open. Twenty soldiers in grey tactical gear surged in. They didn't hesitate. They didn't yell commands. They leveled their rifles, the silver-tipped bullets glinting under the halogens. Thorne was on the floor, foaming at the mouth, his hand reaching out to grab a soldier’s boot. "Take... take her legs!" he wheezed. "Don't... don't let her... walk!" The first shot rang out, a deafening crack that shattered the glass of the hybrid cages.