Agent Venom Flash Thompson Mga Nobela at Kwento

"He wants the crowd to watch the Vance lineage tear itself apart in the cage before I even reach the championship match." "Victor is a biological nightmare," Agnes said, her voice dropping into a sharp, analytical tone as she analyzed her cousin's kinetic signature on the screen. "The dark silver serum in his blood acts as an active neutralizer. If he touches the Apex Core, his bio-tech will attempt to leech the moonstone resonance and drain your neural network." Rhys reached out, his broad, warm hand gently taking her chin, forcing her to look up into his fierce, unwavering gaze. The gold in his eyes flared with absolute, terrifying confidence.

"Feels like acid eating through. That sniper bullet must have been laced with something nasty. Syndicate does not play fair." She touched the wound lightly and I jerked. "Do not move. It is spreading fast down your arm. Talk to me. How bad is the burn?" "Like my whole side is on fire," I answered, breathing hard. "Worse than the initial hit. You see this? The black lines are moving. What kind of poison does that?" Avery leaned in close, her face focused under the flickering candle. "This is no regular bullet. I heard enforcers whisper about old tech mixed with something they called shadow venom. Meant for ancient bloodlines. Wolves like you who carry the old strength."

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.

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?!"

I catch sight of my reflection, and all the memories instantly evaporate, immediately replaced with one other memory only. Tanya's murder. She was murdered. . . by him. Ash. That reminds me. . . I'm here to avenge her death. I stand and stare at my reflection for a few heartbeats. In these short moments, I see a washed-up-looking woman staring back at me with pain-filled eyes. She blinks, breaking the spell of inertia holding her, and I'm moving forward, filled with determination.

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.