Bane Vs Venom Novels & Stories

“Our ancestor was a traitor. Great news.” “One of our ancestors was a traitor, but it wasn’t by choice,” Liam’s father kept his voice even. “Venom is strong, Liam. It’s incredibly hard to fight it off. Someone has to have incredible will to fight off the effects, and that’s considering the fact that they’ll even want to. We’re imagining that the youngest son really didn’t want to fight off the venom.” “Why? Does venom feel good or something?” Liam asked.

Even their auras were black. Their Alpha, Bane, was the strongest and the fiercest amongst his men. He stood tall and proud in the center of the dark wolves, growling, and revealing his razor-sharp teeth, which resemble the blades of a knife. Gavin doesn’t often have encounters with Bane, but he couldn’t stand him. “Why are you here?” Gavin asked, loud enough for all of Bane’s men to hear. “It’s come to my attention that you have something we want,” Bane said; his tone was dark and threatening. “Or rather, you have someone we want.”

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

He had been trained to rule and fight since he was young. Rumors have it that the current Alpha had pushed a young Sirius towards a group of Vampires to fight them off, the vampires were in blood rush, meaning they were even more stronger than their normal strength. It was almost impossible to survive but Sirius was pulling out the vampires' hearts in a blink of an eye and crushing them. Kent and his gang didn't need to be told twice before all of them shuffled away. Sirius glanced at the figure which was still lying down. He made his way towards June and squatted down.

Blaze chirped in. "I didn't ask you brazzier!" Venom snapped. "Stop calling me brazzier" blaze demanded. "Your name sounds like such!" Venom mocked as blaze glared hard at him. "Okay okay, don't make this place a bloody scene guys" Onyx interrupted as Venom rested his head back on the pillow. "Then he should stop butting into my business!" Venom said and Blaze scoffed. "You're just jealous that you aren't Lucifer's right hand!" Blaze defended. "How can a weakling be his right hand, just a common exchange has become something big for you!" Venom said trying to piss blaze.

“Don’t get too angry or violent. Remember, you’re not entirely treated yet. That Ashen Venom reacts very well to intense violence and rage.” I turned slightly, smirking. “You exaggerate everything, Shawn. I didn’t lose control when I went to rescue Lior.” “That was different,” he replied instantly. “You were acting on protection instincts, not bloodlust. You weren’t trying to kill. You were trying to save your boy.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable.” He didn’t smile. “The venom reacts to instincts rooted in domination, violence, and power,” he continued. “That’s what this meeting is about. Don’t forget that.”

He took down a few more, but the others were relentless. One of them landed a lucky blow, slicing Venom's leg with a dagger. He growled low in his chest and gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his anger. Another intruder struck, but Venom countered with a swift bite, knocking the man crashing to the ground where his throat was ripped out. As the fight raged on, Venom noticed that the intruders were unusually strong. They seemed to be enhanced, their movements almost supernatural. He narrowly avoided a dagger thrust, his eyes widening in surprise.

"As for the second… We will secretly hand over the chief of the Martial Alliance to them." "Fuck!" Edon smacked himself on the lap. "They're out of line!" Chet remained impassive. "That's true, but Hundred Bane Sect made it very clear that the Soulbleeder is one of their finest poisons, and a novelty no one will be able to neutralize. It also spreads through pure vigor, infecting and killing anyone who tries to use pure vigor to remove the molecules."

Hearing that, Avery and Solution breathed a sigh of relief with Avery sitting down on a chair by the side. “So how do we wake her up”? Avery asked. “It's actually not difficult”. The healer responded before dipping her hand into her pocket to bring out a vial. “What does that do”? Avery asked, eyeing the drug with skepticism. “This is a drug that werewolves usually abuse a lot”. The healer responded. “It's name is Bane and when it's abused, it usually makes a werewolf faster, stronger with stronger defense but the drawback is the wolf gets very weak afterwards and they will not heal from whatever injuries or wounds they sustained while under the influence of the drug”. The healer responded.

The small vial shimmered with a distant cerulean hue, illuminated by the light of the sporadic lighting. My eyes widened at the sight of the vial. It was known as the Wolf’s Bane—the potent bane of our kind, capable of weakening even the greatest wolf. My heart pounded. How was Boris able to obtain Wolf's Bane? And how did he manage to bring it into the Games without getting caught?