Anti Venom Vs Venom Vs Carnage Novels & Stories

At this time, the most important thing was the aura. The one who looked more intimidating would have the advantage in the situation. "Okay, let's see how fast you'll get humiliated." The scion smiled contemptuously. After all, they often played these games at parties. Someone without a wealthy background like Ember should not be good at these games. The first game was archery. The scion started first, shooting arrows one after another with the bow in his hand. After shooting arrows three times, he obtained a high score of twenty-seven points.

WEREKULT, EARLY EVENING HOURS. Lucian and Venus battled fiercely and valiantly against the diabolically tattooed members of the Krovani Vampire coven, giving all they had in terms of combat techniques and agility against the wily and cunning Krovani. "I'll paint my walls with your blood, Lucian Lycanson" one of the Krovani sneered with his fangs as he stepped slowly towards Lucian; who had just cut down one of the Krovani and was trying to catch his breath.

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

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?

She was sweating bullets, her talent might be powerful, but it was hard to control and even harder to keep up for a prolonged fight. Verra was giving the other elder along with his army a thorough beating. She and her lightning coated Steele vines were beating the rock armor from their bodies and impaling their bodies and burning them inside out. The battlefield smelled of burning flesh and fear, but the Stone Mice kept changing forward without care for their safety.

While every member of the army was working hard to build their future home, there were two shiny cocoons in the middle of their lot guarded by rats and their little golems. They were Lorne mowers II and Ben Dover II, and as their mothers, were brood mothers too. David needed tanks and attackers to start hunting, and the solution was simple: plated rhinos and blood vultures. Bone vultures would not be as useful as their red cousin, so Upton was spared of the role.

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.

On the Alpha's orders. The photographs spilled into her lap. Marcus, her beautiful Marcus, lying in that alley in a pool of his own blood. The coroner had called it a rogue attack quick, brutal, the kind of violence that happened sometimes when lone wolves went feral. Random. Meaningless. But these photos told a different story. The positioning of the wounds. The precision of the kill. The way the scene had been staged to look like animal violence when it was clearly execution. And there, in one photo, barely visible in the background a figure walking away. Too blurry to identify clearly, but the accompanying document had enhanced it, analyzed it, broken it down with cold, clinical efficienc

But just then, Robin called in a panic. "Dr. Walker! We have a problem! Kayden's gone, and his room is covered in blood! And just now, our overseas licensors revoked the hospital's rights to use all of our core technologies!"