Agent Venom Flash Thompson Novels & Stories

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

He looked at her as one would a fly before they’re about to smash it with a fly swatter. “This is for my lab,” she told him and threw something she held in one of her fists into his face. The werewolf screamed, grabbing his face as the small silver pellets burned him. James cringed as the man fell to his knees, calling her several nasty names as she backed away from him. James now saw what Doctor Thompson meant when she could be hostile and made a mental note not to piss her off. The impostor stood up, looking like a rabid animal. “You are lucky the maker wants you alive, or I’d tear you to pieces, bitch!” He snapped and James noticed small, red burns littered his face.

Aiden’s eyes flicked between the doctor and the paper in his hand, his chest rising and falling sharply. “But… something else was found in her system.” Dr. Marvin hesitated, watching Aiden’s face closely. Aiden lifted his head sharply, waiting. “We found Bloodthorn Resin in her blood.” Aiden’s eyes widened instantly. A cold wave shot through his body. Bloodthorn Resin… A dark red sap that hardened like glass when exposed to air. A drop in a wound could kill a werewolf. It thickens the blood, making healing impossible. “What?” Aiden breathed, the word ripped out of him.

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.

he asked. Agent Thompson's expression turned grim. "Ryder is one of Victor's men. He's been playing both sides, feeding us information while also working to take you down." Maya felt a wave of anger wash over her. "Why didn't you stop him?" she asked. Agent Thompson sighed. "We didn't have enough evidence to take him down. But now, thanks to you two, we do." As Agent Thompson continued to explain, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story. That there were still secrets and lies lurking in the shadows, waiting to be uncovered.

My heart kicked. “Don’t scream,” a voice said from the shadows. Calm, controlled, too familiar. Agent Thompson stepped into the pale light of the moon. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He had no business standing on Kraven’s territory. But the look in his eyes told me he didn’t care about boundaries. How on earth did he actually sneak in here? But to think that he is an agent too and we always have our way to whatever we want to do. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, keeping my voice low.

They need a paper trail," Kaelen muttered, his thoughts racing as he analyzed his vulnerabilities. They need witnesses. He thought of the people who might lead them back to himself. Only two men knew the full extent of his treason Vance and Marcus. While he doesn't know the whereabouts of Marcus who had vanished into the lower sectors during the bakery raid he knew exactly where his Vanguard commander was hiding. Kaelen realized he had to take care of Vance, and he had to do it right now, before they would call him out to testify before the assembled elders. Moving with a frantic, quiet efficiency, Kaelen walked over to his private medicine cabinet hidden behind a heavy velvet drapery. He pu

He sounded exasperated and it was insulting to me. He reached across and pressed something on the armrest of his chair. The screen on the far wall flickered to life. A news broadcast was on. Buston network logo in the corner. The anchor's voice filled the cabin, crisp and professional and devastating. *"—identified as the infamous underground assassin known only as Viper. Sources confirm that the murder of Marcus Thorne, prominent businessman and father of groom Draven Thorne, occurred in the early hours of Sunday morning inside a penthouse suite at the Celestine Grand Hotel—"*

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.