Anti Venom Versus Carnage Novels & Stories

she spat, shifting into her half-form, claws elongating as she launched herself into the nearest threat. The battle was chaos. Revenants don’t die like normal creatures. Their bodies dissolve and re-form. They bleed black smoke and whisper in languages that coil around your thoughts like poison. They’re fast. And they don’t feel pain. But they weren’t expecting us. They weren’t expecting the altar’s magic still pulsing in Alina’s veins. Or the bond between us that burned brighter than any spell. We moved like a single force—her strikes driving them back, my claws tearing through the gaps she opened. Rhea darted between us, precise and vicious, her eyes filled with the fury of someone who’d b

Carlos announced in a serious tone. Azvameth licked the blood off his face near his lips which was of one of his men we killed, as he slowly stood up with a smirk on his face. Chills ran down my spine but I knew his worst side, that's why I was coping well with all his shit. This was nothing compared to what he did. He ruined the life of many and now we are going to do the same to him.

No plants, no animals, not even the barest spring. The second attack brought insight into their enemies. The revenants were using elemental magic in its purest form. They used the air Vescovi and his convoy breathed as a weapon. The surrounding earth. The moisture inside their bodies. With each attack, they grew weary and more men died. Their numbers were whittling down from twelve, not including Daniel, Zigor, Helick, Penny, and Ava, to eight.

Aveline was a blur of lethal grace, her predictive pulse allowing her to dance between the silver rounds, her blade finding the gaps in their tactical armor with terrifying precision. I was the hammer. I tore through their ranks with a raw, animalistic violence, my hands becoming claws that shredded Kevlar and bone alike. We were a symphony of blood and fire, a Carrington and a Valentino finally fighting on the same side of the war. We reached Kai, pulling him back into the cover of the chapel stone. "We need a way out!" Kai gasped, slamming a fresh mag into his pistol. "The perimeter is locked down! They’ve got snipers on the ridge!"

“Let's move quickly, before the place above will be ruined. As the two notorious, ruthless, and top rank assassins, who already killed thousands of lives and never been failed in their own mission, are about to meet.” “If Crimson Blade, that girl has bounty on her head, I would like to also took her down. And have glimpse on her unrivaled face, face that no one can't describe nor ever see than the top high ranker assassins with the same level of skills and Aoi Akuma, her rival. But right now, I would not risk my life for something I can't gain a profit.” Meanwhile... Zitrey in black ninja outfit, stands firmly atop of people laid on the floor unconscious, with the blazing fire outside that r

Every man had a target settled just like Ace's target was fixated on his little brother. Max kept on triggering the bullets while Ace skillfully dodged all of them using his knife until he reached his little brothers body. The gun was kicked away from Max's hand and a terrible punch was landed on his face. Max fought back just with the same power, Ace used his mastered knife skills slashed Max's flesh from arm, stomach and even neck leaving the man groaning in pain.

The silver energy collided with the base of Vane’s scepter, triggering a localized concussive detonation that shattered the stone pedestal between them. The purple anti-magic stream holding Kael snapped. Kael hit the alloy floor with a deafening crash, his massive scythe-claws tearing deep grooves into the metal as he rolled to his feet. The dull grey color in his veins instantly flared back into a violent, volcanic crimson, his single amber human eye burning with an apocalyptic rage. He let out a guttural, metallic roar that shook the dust from the high black prism towers and lunged through the smoke directly at Vane’s throat.

"I love it." There was a moment of shared and entirely unhinged contemplation between them. The kind where both of them were thinking the same chaotic-evil, savage, lowkey-iconic thing and neither one was responsible enough to talk the other out of it. They were in villain-arc. They understood the assignment. Their brainrot was the drama and the drama was theirs. "We play Anti-Cupid," Enzo announced, grinning in the deranged, feral, mission-mode way that preceded every truly unwell decision he had ever made. "We sabotage the whole thing before it becomes a war. Little brother."

The explosion shook the docks like an earthquake. Fire erupted behind the convoy. The first armored vehicle lifted off the ground before crashing onto its side. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. Smoke swallowed the night. "Ambush!" Marco shouted. "Take cover!" Gunfire erupted from every direction. Bullets tore through the warehouse walls. The enemy had never been inside. They had been waiting outside all along. Mark grabbed Moretti's collar, but the rival leader only smiled. "You were looking at the wrong building."

"Oh God, here we go again. Can you at least tell me what to do with this venum? And stop being an ass?" "Diana, this is serious." "I know you're serious. Whatever it did to me, it hurts like hell now." "That's what the venom's doing, Diana,” Andrew told her, touching the mark on her neck. “What sort of venom are we talking about here? I didn't notice the bite earlier, and it's my fault, but sh*t, it hurts like hell.” “In his fangs. Abominations soldiers have a small dose of dark magic in their blood and their bite. Feral warriors are the same, except without venom, but with the wolf, which was fatal to werewolf and vampire,” he explained as they entered the depths of the tunnel.