Bane Vs Venom Novels & Stories

Vito stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent—cologne and something darker, more dangerous—filling the air around me. “Business is part of it,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But that’s not all.” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “What else is there?” His eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips as he reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shock of electricity through me. “There’s unfinished business between us,” he said, his voice rougher now, deeper. “You know it. I know it.”

"You are Athos. Obviously. Top dog, the captain, the one who carries everything. I am Aramis because I am clearly the most sophisticated. Dante is Porthos because he eats the most. And together we are —" "Together," I say, turning back, "you are two people who are three days away from having been the reason the Valenti Syndicate started a war with both the Orlov Bratva and the Sorano Greeks simultaneously. This is not a story about musketeers. This is not a game with codenames and live feeds and quarterback fantasies." I look at them both, and I keep my voice at the particular register I use when I need something to land without volume. "If anyone in that room connects what happens tonight b

His warm breath fanned her face, making her eyelids droopy. His baritone voice carried the perfect blend of depth and huskiness, an intoxicating allure that wrapped around her like a siren’s song. It was temptation itself—akin to the devil murmuring sweet nothings into her soul, coaxing her closer. Every inch of Gabriel exuded seduction, and Joslyn was slipping, slowly but surely, into his grasp.

As the hissing of her Mambas gets closer, I ignore them and pretend to focus my gaze on Ryan and her bitch instead. "I have seen my scapegoat," I said with a smirk. Just then, the venom woman dived at me, and I slowly stepped aside, which made one of her Mambas whoosh past my face. I didn't let them regain their stances when I removed two arrows and shot them in the same motion. It hit one of the Mambas, pinned it to the ground, and I watched as it burned to ashes. The venom woman yelled in a rage, then hurdled at me, this time with her long claw. She snarled, her bloody teeth, which looked like a fang, revealed in the process, and her claws aiming for my face.

I whispered into his ear. "Blah, I think im going to be sick!" Bane fake gagged. "Why don't you leave this whole war alone okay, and try and be a nice guy..." he interrupted me by bursting out into laughter. "Your so stupid if you think I would do that. Im going to kill you on the night of the blue moon, then I will become the ruler of the natural world. Then vampires will be the true race of this world"

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.