Anti Venom Versus Carnage Novels & Stories

He had been with Frost long enough to know what that smile meant; somebody was about to get into trouble, very big trouble. "So what do we do?" Frost scratched his chin thinking of the best way to deal with this issue. Vinca needed justice even if she still couldn't remember everything that happened to her prior to him saving her. She had been hurt to the extent she still had nightmares and had to take anti-depressants whenever the headaches and nightmares became worse. He kept having a searing pain in his heart whenever she went through this and he had made it his mission to get revenge for her. Damont was hoping for a corporation with Fortlink Enterprise as he had taken over VilaBeau when

I see the enemy advance from the trees and Adonis's team advances to meet them. "FIRE" I demand, and the sky is lit with arrows, each hitting their target as rows and rows of vamps fall dead. My brothers and I have always been great fighters, so it didn't surprise me when Adonis decapitated the heads of vamps and wolves in one quick swipe with his signature weapon, the Japanese Katana. My team on my command kept sending waves and waves of arrows each hitting their target. Ares team advanced along with our allies and met the wave that made it past the Adonis team.

The ant was like a wolf among sheep as it made a killing among them. As Norm had also added a poison technique talisman on the ant, the ant's attacks contained poison, which could slow down the enemy and cause continuous damage to them. All the evil beings were killed in less than 15 minutes. Willow and Lisa's jaws dropped at its efficiency. They had just been shivering from fear of those evil beings, but Norm's last-minute corpse refinement had easily taken care of the situation. Even Yara, who had objected to it, had nothing to say.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everbloods. The Veyla Dust however, every single one of us, Cursed, Ever and even the Pureblood. A goddamn weapon mass-produced for war.

she said. And then she stretched more and she could feel the bones in her neck straining. Karou held onto her ankle and tried pushing her away. Jun wasn’t a messy fighter. But when your opponent refused to stay down you had to fight messy. She removed her leg and she planned to stomp on her face, but Karou moved out of the way quickly. Takashi had given her an antidote earlier, but she hadn’t taken it because it didn’t seem to affect her. She got the vial from her pocket and she squeezed it and threw it against her face and it broke.

Elianna would enter veiled, guarded, distracted by ceremony; Cassandra would enter armed with secrets. She unrolled the parchment the apothecary had slipped beneath her door. Venin d’Aube—a dawn-coloured tincture that sealed itself in flesh like liquid fire, paralyzing the lungs beneath a perfume of roses. A single drop on the barbs of a training javelin would finish a dragon, the chemist had sworn. Cassandra would need only to nick Elianna’s skin. In the chaos of choreographed combat, who would notice a scratch that never bled?

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There was something almost old-fashioned about her entire appearance. Like she had walked straight out of another century. “It's nice to meet you, uh...?” “Oh, pardon my manners.” She placed a hand dramatically against her chest. “I'm Shirley D'Angelo, paternal aunt to Lushy.” I almost had another laughing episode. Oh, I was definitely going to tease him about that later. “Can you stop calling me that? I'm not seven anymore,” Luciano complained. “Oh, hush! You haven't grown a day old to me.”

He tackled Vane into the steaming water, the two of them disappearing into a cloud of violet vapor. Vane was stronger than he looked. The mercury-mask wasn't just for breathing; it was a neural-link to the Thorne-17’s core. He swung a metallic fist, catching Dante in the ribs with the force of a hydraulic press. "You’re a 'Dormant' failure, Thorne!" Vane roared, his voice distorted. "You lost your wolf! You lost your Spire! You’re just a Scrapper playing at being a hero!" Dante spat blood into the water, his eyes fixed on the cocoon. "I’m the man who’s going to put you in the ground, Vane. No price tag this time."