Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

It had a strange, milky viscosity to it, a chemical sheen that caught the harsh light of the room. "Liquid fire," I whispered, the realization making my stomach drop. "It’s a localized coagulant neurotoxin. Arthur Vance’s old research from the Oakhaven facility. They’re coating the rounds, Vulture. Even a graze will freeze the lungs in twenty minutes if we don't counter it."

I stammered after a few seconds of silence, “Ashen Venom? How?” “She changed the poison when she realized that Ghostflower juice wasn’t harming you. I should have known this was going to happen.” Flavia began to whimper, her eyes glinting with unshed tears. Despite my state, I didn’t fail to perceive that Flavia knew who the faceless enemy was. She had found proof through the samples I gave her. “What sample was laced with the venom?” I whispered, holding my breath to prepare myself for Flavia’s response. Every wolf knew that Ashen Venom was no child’s play. It’s usually extracted from a rare plant found in places where a normal wolf won’t survive. I could feel my soul trembling as fear bega

MAKE IT STOP! His scream, raw and laced with remembered chemical agony, tore through the makeshift clinic. It wasn’t just a nightmare. It was a flashback, visceral and terrifying, triggered by the mere thought of Thorne and the Phoenix strain. And within his delirium, a horrifying detail: *"He said it would find the weak… make them burn from the inside."* Thorne hadn’t just escaped with the weapon. He’d hinted at its first use. A demonstration. Targeting the vulnerable. Soon.

The conversation unfolded more smoothly than I had anticipated, and for that, I was truly grateful. Back in the common room of the house, I settled down beside Josephine. Following suit with everyone else, I selected a document to peruse, all the while engaging in a mental link conversation with her to exchange insights. As per the records, it turned out that Thompson had amassed an array of implicating documents. Among these were records detailing the influx of illicit weaponry, unverified ammunition, and narcotics—some entries concealed behind cryptic aliases that only those involved could decipher. A striking observation was that Thompson was determined to keep these documents hidden, ref

I loved my boots just the way they were. The drive started off nicely as we followed Chris location, Siri’s voice being of major help as we swerved lanes. “I spot prince charming,” I hummed tapping the arm of the chair, facing out the car window. Chris Ryder’s poster for his new movie, Silver Sworn was literally everywhere, only switching simultaneously with Justin Star Ryder’s top charting single. He was posed in his old English assassin type attire holding the sandix, the supposed thing he had to guard through the whole movie. His hair was dyed a glimmering silver, bringing out his natural blue eyes. Britney scoffed, turning left per siri’s instruction, “mm,” she hummed.

It’s as if it wanted to swallow everything on its way, and even some of the trees next to the riverbed could not stand the onslaught which allowed Asha to find a broken tree with a scattered trunk and branches. Venom paused before reacting, and he hurriedly jumped down to the riverbank. The water of the river keeps on splashing harshly on the bank, and he was immediately drenched, but his attention is solely on his prey. With the fast current, Asha is already a distance away on the flowing river, and with a dangerous glint in his eyes, Venom did not hesitate any more as he took out a small glass jar on his chest pocket. Inside the glass jar, a small yellow black bug with purple strips, a bee

An agent dropped to one knee beside the broken glass, froze, then snapped his head upward. “Thallium,” he confirmed, voice grim. “Lab test will verify, but that’s the compound.” Bucking under the grip of those who pinned her, Gwen's shouts grew wild. Her body heaved, resistance sharp and raw. “You bitch!” she shrieked at me, eyes wild with unhinged hatred. “You should have stayed dead! You should have stayed dead!” That comment stung, sharp and sudden, yet I stood still. Worse things crawled out of my past - the time I faded in the east wing, unnoticed, while her grin widened and another dose slipped through her fingers.

His crimson eyes glowed with a sick, triumphant light, entirely unbothered by the silver sword I had just driven completely through his heart. ​He squeezed. My airway crushed shut instantly. My vision dotted with black stars, the edges of the room blurring, but I absolutely refused to let go of the hilt of my sword. I twisted it harder, digging the silver deeper into his corrupted flesh, determined to sever his spine. ​CRACK. ​A blur of pristine white steel shot past my peripheral vision. General Vesh’s heavy, armored boot slammed into the side of Thorne's knee. The joint shattered backward with a sickening, wet snap.