Anti Venom Vs Venom Vs Carnage Novels & Stories

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

asked Alexis again holding the bottle. "What I know is that Verbena Lantana will later have the liquid applied to the weapons that will be used during the war later. Just dab it on the weapons. That way, when a vampire is injured because of the weapon that Verbena Lantana has given to all of them, the vampire will weaken, and in the end die a gruesome death." One of the psychic women answered there. While looking right at the other psychics on there right now immediately.

"I suppose it's because I've shifted quite a few times." I nodded, still looking at the ice-blue color of his irises in wonder. The entire time I'd known Cain, I was under the impression that his Lycanthropic ancestry was overpowered by the symptoms of Vampirism. Now I wasn't so sure. I wanted desperately to believe there was an internal struggle for dominance happening between the gene and the disease. I found myself hoping that the Lycanthrope would win. I followed Cain as he got out of the car, pulling the flannel blanket tighter around me as we walked through the cold garage and into the castle.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

That’s how he got the title bloody devil. “Arvan, send more of our men to the south side of the city. Both of us are enough here to deal with those useless dogs of Vordamorte’s. I don't know why those old dogs of my clan were so sure that these weaklings could kill me, lol.” Evan taunted while killing two more of his enemies with just one bullet. He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode.

My muscles burn with adrenaline, my blood roaring in my ears. Darius lunges again, this time with more force. I brace myself, catching his arm before his claws can sink into my chest. The two of us grapple, teeth bared and growls ripping from our throats. He’s stronger, but I’m faster. I twist, using his momentum against him, slamming him into the dirt.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

United, we were stronger. Ethan found us near the supply tents, carrying a reinforced case. His lab coat was streaked with dirt, he’d been helping set up the obstacle course earlier, proving he wasn’t just brains. The healer had become indispensable since the merger, his skills serving both packs. “Got the batch ready,” he said quietly, popping the lid. Rows of vials glinted inside: clear fluid for antidotes, pale blue for endurance boosters. “Broad-spectrum counters. Silver derivatives, neurotoxins, even some of the hybrid venom analogs I’ve isolated from captured samples. You three are immune to most of it anyway… ancient bloodline perks… but the rest of us aren’t.”

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cold glass, my eyes wide, promising her hell. “I’m going to destroy it. I’m going to reach through these bars, and I am going to tear your perfect day into bloody confetti. I will burn it all down. You and that old, rotting carcass you’re marrying. I will make sure your wedding day is the worst day of your life. You’ll remember me. You’ll always remember me!” She didn’t react again. She just stood there, absorbing my venom, and it was like throwing stones at a fortress. They just clattered off and fell to the ground.