Agent Venom Spider-man Novels & Stories

"Whoever is behind this, listen carefully—you can never win." It was then that I noticed the black spots on her skin. Recognition slammed into me like a tidal wave. Black spider venom. These creatures were rare, existing only in the vampire world and… Carl-stron Village. They were used to control bodies, forcing victims to act against their will. Whoever did this knew. They knew Elysia was my weakness. And they were trying to use the same person who they killed mercilessly, unfairly for being a vampire witch. Rage burned through my veins. My grip on her throat didn’t loosen. Instead, my thumb ran along the skin, pressing lightly. Her body quivered, trembling under my touch. She tried to figh

He stepped closer, and she sidestepped to move away. “Wh- what was that?” she managed to stammer. Her eyes stayed on the shattered remains of the scorpion, not daring to look directly at him. Its sticky black fluids spilled all over the floor. “A Nightspike Scorpion,” he answered, his voice so deep it rumbled, the sound spreading warmth through her core. “Its venom causes nightmares, hallucinations. Prolonged exposure severs our connection to our wolf. It would’ve killed you.” She should have been grateful. She was grateful but she felt exposed under his gaze. His scarred face, framed by the unforgiving cut of his jawline, carried a brutal appeal she couldn’t tear her eyes from, even if she

his sister suddenly mumbled, her head lowered. Venom turned to look at her, then I saw it. Right there on his neck, was the same tattoo I'd seen on Keegan and Andrea. I knew it at once. He was a shadow assassin.

The iron-armored spider's head swiveled 180 degrees in vain, unable to find Adrian. With steely resolve, Adrian delivered a crushing stomp that shattered the spider's neck, sending sparks flying. Steel fragments severed circuits, extinguishing the red glow in its eyes. Upon destroying the spider's head, it seemed to go berserk. It relentlessly tracked Adrian, no matter where he moved. Evading another strike, Adrian calmly intercepted a cold shadow aiming for his face, gripping it with immense strength until it crumbled under his bare hands, embedding deeply into the steel.

He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but instead of grenades coming out of it, a white beam of light shot out from it and blasted the speedster. The speedster wailed and hit the wall again with his back but did not fall to the floor. His body remained plastered against the wall while the strange woman held the weapon at him, still emitting the beam of light. Almost immediately, electrical sparks began to flow out of the speedster's body and into the weapon. He cried out, trying in vain to free himself from the wall. Electricity then stopped coming out of him and the woman put down her weapon. The speedst

Asher questioned, trying to understand the Spider's motives. The Spider's smile grew wider, revealing a glint of darkness in his eyes. "Let's just say, I have my reasons. And you have yours. But one is similar we both want the King dead Together, we can achieve what we both desire. You have the power of shape shifting and intelligence," Asher hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the vial of poison. The weight of his decision bore down on him, but a resolute determination filled his eyes. He took the vial from the Spider's outstretched hand, feeling the cool glass against his skin.

"As I was saying; the poison was gotten from the black widow spider, the rarest specie of spiders. Once it gets into the body of the host, it kills the host within hours...." She was interrupted again. "Just go straight to the point and tell us where we can find the antidote", Luca said "Can you stop interrupting me", Venitia gritted out. "Fine", he raised his hands in surrender. "Only the Americans had access to such poison before it was destroyed", Venitia said "That means the antidote is somewhere in America", Luca asked "That's what I'm thinking of but where in America", Venitia asked referring to no one. "Shit, this is just becoming more frustrating", Luca tugged his hair hardly and pla

Unknown POV: ‘Босс, я наблюдаю за целью’ (boss I have eyes on the target) ‘Делайте всё, что необходимо, я хочу, чтобы она вернулась ЖИВОЙ!’ (do what you need to do. I want her back ALIVE!) ‘Понял, босс. Вы все слышали босса: захватить Веном Виксен ЖИВОЙ!’ (copy that boss, you guys heard the boss capture Venom Vixen ALIVE!). From a Manson in New York City. ‘you better hope we are able to get her back because not only was she able to be free and escape with your wife but she killed 20 of my best men.’ he says ‘you let me worry about that I know how to get my daughter to obey with just a single sentence’ an older man says. ‘Best believe it works because she wasn’t supposed to escape that easily

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.

They talked casually as they waited, and I saw Aien offer the driver sunflower seeds from a bag. He did not look my way. I did not know if he knew I was in the wagon, or if the arched canvas cover of the tray hid me from his sight. “I know,” I told Daerton, focusing on the mage and not the man I loved. “The anti-venom for the spider creatures.” “And this…” “I know, Daerton,” I told him gently, placing my hand over his. “I have listened and paid attention to the entire process. I know what each vial contains.”