Bane Vs Venom Novels & Stories

My throat tightens. He leans forward, an evil smirk tugging at his lips. “An enemy of your family, but I can be your ally.” “I’m still an Azaeres,” I mutter, clinging to the last pride I have. He chuckles, low and sharp. “Doesn’t matter, we both want one thing—vengeance. Help me destroy your family, and you’ll have your revenge.” “And if I don’t?” His eyes darken. “You are weaker than they thought, then. I don’t plan to set you free whether you cooperate or not,” he says, rising, towering over me, already walking away.

“The vibration? Does that help with the impact absorption on the landing? Because my shins felt like they were humming for ten minutes after those kicks in the ring.” “Exactly!” Austin beamed, patting her shoulder hard enough to rattle her teeth. “You break the vessel to make it stronger. It’s glorious.” From his position leaning against a nearby stone pillar, Riven watched the exchange with his arms crossed over his black tunic. “The black bile,” he noted, his voice smooth, clinical, and entirely detached from the squeamishness of the table. “Is that a byproduct of mana-poisoning or simple cellular death under extreme gravitational load?”

Not from shock but from something that tingled in her stomach. This wasn’t how vengeance was meant to feel, but she couldn’t control what was going on inside her. The battle raged like a never ending storm, screams echoed from both rogues and Nightfang. Aria was already feeling it in her bones, she was panting but she didn’t stop. This was for them — Silvermane, her pack, her family, her heritage. Every swing of her sword was fueled by memories of all she had lost. Suddenly, a brown fur dashed passed her. It was Riven, one of Kael’s top guards in full wolf form, clashing with a rogue twice his size. Aria stepped in, slicing through the back of the rogue, just in time to buy Riven a second of

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."

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.

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.

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

Vasara stands and growls loudly in their direction, telling them not to come any closer. Bane is a black coloured wolf with snow-white ears. I chuckle inside because the white ears serve to tell me that the snow-white she-wolf in front of me is ours. Bane is also five feet tall on all fours, not a small wolf by any means. Quite large for one not of Royal blood, the biggest Greenrock has ever seen. Before his wolf eyes, Vasara shrinks to his size. I didn’t even know that was possible! ‘Vasara,’ Bane gasps her name as she comes closer and nuzzles her head into his neck.

Dominic's forehead creased, "What did you say?" I sucked in a sharp breath as Dominic's intense gaze burned deep within my Brown ones; specks of black swirled his silver orbs. I looked deep within myself and mustered up as much strength as I could. "Bane is my bully, physically and emotionally." Dominic tensed and turned to face Bane, who looked he was not afraid of what was about to happen.