Bane Vs Venom Novels & Stories

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.

Your anatomy was changed so that you can only live off of human blood instead of water and food. "Are you telling me I can't eat cake anymore?!?" [You can eat it for enjoyment, but you will not gain nutrients from consuming it.] "I see, so I'm like a vampire?" [No, you're a mutant. Vampires don't exist in this world, but it's a type of vampirism.] "What will happen to my Lover?" [He will recover, but you have infected him with the virus. So he will most likely gain his abilities when he awakens.]

Through clenched teeth, he sneered, "I'm going to kill you and everyone else in this god damn pl…" A tawny blur darted across her vision as she heard the angry hiss of a panther. Dimitri struck Bane in the chest, his claws digging into the other man, knocking them both to the porch as Dimitri's fangs bit into Bane's throat. With a snap of his head, his jaw broke Bane's neck. He dropped the man to the ground, almost as if he spat Bane out as something disgusting.

Ven went on, undeterred, “if I were cursed—which I’m not, thank the stars—I’d be all kinds of messed up. Emotionally. Spiritually. Sexually. I’d be trauma incarnate.” I stared at him. He smiled wider. “You are not helping your case for big brother status,” I muttered. “That’s where you’re wrong, Bane. Big brothers ask the awkward questions.” Caelan glanced over his shoulder, eyes meeting mine. “You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” I gave a small nod, settling back against the seat. “It’s fine. I’m not exactly a stranger to invasive questions.” “See?” Ven beamed. “She gets me.”

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.

“Everyone here either has a deep wound on their necks or their arms.” “Like a bite?” “No, like a small stab wound. Whatever weapon, it was coated in a silver infused venom.” “Luna was given the same type of stuff, right?” “Sort of. Hers was just a silver infused liquid. We found a needle mark on her neck. There was no venom found in her blood panels. I think the vampires could kill so many warriors because the silver paralyzes them within ten minutes and the venom will kill them within twenty minutes of that.”

Ronan’s POV That stilled him. His fingers curled slowly over the wooden counter. “Very few ever ask for that. Fewer walk out alive.” “Then you should be pleased,” I replied. “You’re looking at the exception.” After a long silence, he shuffled to a shelf, selecting a small vial sealed with black wax. He set it down carefully, as if it were something sacred. “This,” he said, lowering his voice, “is moonbane in its purest form. Mixed with hollow-fang venom. One drop inside his bloodstream, and the Lycan’s wolf will shut down. Once the beast dies, the man follows.”

~Gabriel~ I turned back to Haddon, who was trembling so hard his knees were knocking together…he looked like he was about to wet his pants…I don’t care…he was going to be my leverage to draw Venesa and Derek out into the open so I could snap all their necks at once. ‘Kill them all!’ Bane growled.

Has a touch of masculine scent to it with a little spicy and woody laced in between and little hint of sweetness. Oh my god. Why did I just take note of what Shane smells like? Shit, why is this happening to me?! "That was a bit violent. You were not suppose to hurt sienna that much, the main part i wanted to find out is whether you can block her punches or not." The urge to snap back at him strikes me again but I reluctantly stayed quiet. I really wanted to snap back at him or add something sarcastic, but I don't want to get stuck on his dark side again. I've had a taste of it yesterday, and I don't want it to happen again.

“You sick, delusional, fuck!” “What the fuck?” My father, current alpha of Blackstone, Bart Black, booms across the field. My mother, Beatrice, is at his side, weaving through the crowd. His alpha aura pushing down on all of us. But it doesn’t stop me from beating the life out of my brother. “BANE! ENOUGH!”