Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

The air was instantly filled with the foul, feral stench of wolves, radiating a violent killing intent. "Watch out!" Julian threw me behind him, but it was too late. A silver blade whistled past my face, embedding itself deep in a concrete pillar. The hilt quivered. It was a poisoned dagger. They were the remaining loyalists of the Thorne Pack, along with the radical conservatives who saw the "Vance Protocol" as heresy. Another shadow lunged straight for me, aiming for my throat. Just as claws slashed toward Julian's throat, a deafening roar ripped through the snow-filled night.

It was obviously one of the werewolves. Christine and Theo had emerged from the midst of the crowd. We all looked at Quinn and I bent down to examine his chest. He was shot in the chest with a bullet laced with a familiar scent. Wolfsbane.

Pain shot up my arm, but worse was the venom in his gaze—hunger, revenge, all aimed at shattering Thorne. 'Let go!' I twisted, kicking at his knee, but he laughed, low and cruel. 'Feisty. Alpha blood calls to me.' His free hand flashed, a hidden fang-dagger nicking my arm just above the elbow. Fire bloomed, sharp and burning, spreading like liquid heat through my veins. I gasped, stumbling as he dragged me closer to the tunnel. The venom hit hard— not just pain, but a rush of lust crashing over me, making my skin flush, pussy throbbing with need. It hurt, this forced desire, twisting my fear into something shameful and urgent.

he commanded, tipping it toward my lips. I twisted away, spitting at him, but he tightened his grip on my chin, his fingers bruising. "You don’t have a choice," he growled, pouring the elixir into my mouth. It burned as it went down, thick and bitter, choking me as I coughed and gagged. He clamped my mouth shut, forcing me to swallow, and I felt it hit my stomach like a stone. My body convulsed as the venom in my leg clashed violently with whatever he’d given me. Heat exploded inside me, coursing through my veins, and my vision swam.

Through the flurry of snow, I catch the distinct glint of a tranquilizer dark gun nozzle, directed straight towards Haden. I don't think twice before lunging at Haden, successfully shoving him off the path of the dart. Only for it to hit my hind leg. I yelp from the sting and immediately fall down. Wolfsbane is an efficient drug that just needs blood contact to activate. I feel the grogginess creep into me. The snow feels warmer than it should be, and breathing is difficult. "Theon!" Haden screams, running back at me. "No, go!" I growl at him weakly as my vision starts to double, "Get to the pack, warn them. Protect them!"

"Selling illegal weapons to our enemies, putting our pack in danger." Thompson's face contorted in denial. "Me? Alpha Aegon, I swear, I've never—" "Do not lie to me," I snarled, eyewitness accounts flashing in my mind. "Countless witnesses place you at the scene, numerous times. You've been caught, Thompson. How dare you?” Thompson's knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. "Mercy, Alpha. Please. I have a family." "You didn’t think of the families you endangered by carrying out those stupid actions. Your family will suffer for your crimes," I spat. "You should have thought of them before betraying me.”

The door of the other vehicle opened, and a middle-aged man with a deceptively friendly face approached. "Sorry, Miss," he said, stepping closer. Ava barely had time to react before a cloth was pressed against her nose. A sharp, chemical scent filled her senses, making her head spin. Her vision blurred, and her limbs weakened. Just before she lost consciousness, her fingers fumbled against her phone, blindly pressing a button. A call connected, but she couldn’t see who it was. On the other end, Alexander's voice remained silent as he listened to the chaos. "Goddamn bitch!" A rough voice cursed. "Working with Mr. Thompson was already doing you a favor, and now you pull this shit?!"

He practically thrusts a brown bag into my hand, stands back, and grins at me. As the first bite hits my tongue, I let out a moan, because it's delicious. "See - I told you." Night Eyes says, leaning against the wall and grinning. I smile and continue munching. I must admit, it feels good, and I'm beginning to feel whole once again, plus the headache that had been budding is ebbing. "Relations of Ash Thunder! A voice booms suddenly. Out of the blues, a doctor appears in his green scrubs and white overalls, and I pale. I thrust the items in my hand into Night Eyes' chest, and walk to meet the doctor.

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

He didn't see the shadow detach itself from the burning remains of a supply wagon. It was a flicker of movement, a silver flash in the periphery of his vision. Theo turned, his claws extended to disembowel his next challenger, but he was a fraction of a second too late. A thin, jagged blade, coated in a viscous, shimmering black liquid, slid between his ribs. Theo roared, a sound that shifted from a human scream to a guttural wolf's howl mid-breath. He backhanded the rogue, the force of his blow snapping the assassin's neck instantly, but the damage was done.