Animated Venom Novels & Stories

Celina retorted. Gena smiled wickedly, "maybe she doesn't know me yet, you guys know I don't take shit from anybody, not even Mrs Smith. Anyway, I don't bark, I bite. I'm still thinking of what to do to her that will make hurt her greatly" "What's there to think about girl? Just treat her fuck up the same way you have always done it even in high school, I don't give a damn if she is given all the ranks in the whole world, I will stand by you and bring her down!" Ivy, a newbie introduced to the assassins by Gena.

Without realizing it she was releasing something that Vladimir suddenly jolted at. Vladimir has to move very quickly and immediately went closer to Ashlyn but the movement of his beloved was totally the same as his. It was made even more difficult to get close to Ashlyn to snap her from losing control. It was affecting the venom running wild within her. He could feel it since it was his venom. He even clicked his tongue out of frustration because Ashlyn was opening something within her that she didn’t realize. It was triggering the venom that Vladimir shared with her due to the wounds that she received from the fallen rogue before. It was the only way to heal her up quickly.

There stands George, I na a well presses suit, walking towards me. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand vigorously, hoping to wake up from the midday nightmare but it's all in vain. “Darlene...” He acknowledges me. “Long time.” His voice which seems to have became deeper over the days make my stomach churn. Hatred swoops over my heart and I feel like crashing him with my bare hands. I stand up to meet him midway, hands clenched on the sides. I'm seething mad right now and I don't realise as I land a sounding thunderous slap on his cheek. That sends him reeling backwards and I take that advantage to kick his groin.

He'll never feel secure unless Kayden is completely destroyed. Robin pressed his lips and simply put the file back onto the desk. Before he left, Magnolia stopped him. "What about the drug I told you to buy? The one that permanently damages the nerves? Give it to Kayden as soon as possible. That way, he won't have to live on false hope much longer…" Robin's face flushed red in anger as he slammed a bottle of medicine onto the desk. A second later, the door slammed shut hard enough to shake the room.

"The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I give it to a Lycan who isn't registered... the vault self-destructs anyway..." Ivan sighed, setting the parchment down. He stood up, walking slowly toward the hanging merchant. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, glass vial containing a swirling, milky-white liquid—the Feral’s Kiss, a highly illegal neurotoxin derived from the nightshade of the southern swamps. In small doses, it caused agonizing pain; in large doses, it permanently shattered a Lycan or human’s cognitive mind, reducing them to a mindless, drooling husk.

A mass of blackened smoke and writhing energy bursts from Eve’s chest into the space between us, alive and furious, twisting in the air like it has shape and hunger and intent, and it slams into me instantly. Trying to get back in. Trying to take me instead. I choke on a scream, gripping it with everything I have as it lashes out, striking Kaelin’s shield again and again, the impact cracking like thunder, shaking the walls, rattling the table beneath Eve’s body. Fighting with whatever instinct I have, as my lavender glow burns brighter with a fury that even blinds my own eyes. “Ex sanguine nato, ex anima fracta, Vinculum tene, vinculum solve.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

Elena vaulted off the platform, her boots carrying her across the gravel in a shimmering blur of silver light. She drove her silver-rimmed dagger downward, aiming to sever the thick, pulsing vine wrapping around his arm. But the moment her blade sliced into the wood, the briar didn't cut—it bled. A violent, concussive spray of black fluid erupted from the wound, hitting her chest vest and sending a shockwave of cold, anti-spiritual agony straight through her core.

I looked around, at the fluid that was being passed through my veins, at the heavily-antiseptic smelling room. His gaze hardened at my question, and his jaw twitched, as he threw his head to the side. “You were poisoned, Mi Cara,” he gritted through his teeth, “right under my nose.” “And look,” he rose to his feet then, gesturing to the center of the room, “we have the perpetrator.” I gasped as my eyes fell upon the brown-haired, young-looking man with a yakuza-type tattoo on his neck, noticing him for the first time since the lights came on, and my eyes adjusted.

"They say that you destroy, but we kill. I will not hesitate to kill you if you dare even raise your voice at me." What a good mate she was. "So, keep your mouth shut and let them help you," she bossed him instead. Suddenly, both Honey and I howled in pain. "Xyla." "Honey." Both Xander and Beast yelled in panic. I felt Vera writhing in pain. The venom started acting in our body. Honey stumbled on her feet and almost fell to the ground, while I fell on my hands and knees. "What's wrong with them?" Fenrir spoke for the first time.