Bane Vs Venom Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

His hand lifted, and a thin silver needle appeared between his fingers. Gavin’s voice was calm, but it carried a quiet threat. “I am a healer. But don’t mistake me for a weakling, Cassian.” The silver needle hovered dangerously close to Cassian’s throat as he added icily. “Two drops of my special venom are enough to kill you within twenty seconds. Even faster than your Lycan’s healing ability.” The threat was clear, but Cassian didn’t move. Instead, his eyes slowly shifted past the needle and landed on me.

Bane snaps his jaws back, catching Kieran’s forearm, but Kieran does not even feel the pain. Driven by raw, heartbreak-fueled fury, Kieran twists his massive body and slams his heavy head straight against Bane’s jaw. Bane falls flat onto his back, the air leaving his lungs in a hard, breathless gasp. Kieran instantly stands over him, pinning Bane’s shoulders to the icy stone with his heavy front paws. Kieran rears his head back, his blood-red eyes blazing with pure murder. His huge jaws open wide, aimed directly at Bane’s exposed throat to deliver a lethal bite and kill the man he thinks stole his entire life.

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

The whispers in the glass started to fade, drowned out by the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together and the desperate, animalistic sounds we were making. Vane was at my neck before I even registered the movement, his teeth sinking into my throat so hard I felt my blood well up and spill down my collarbone. His venom burned as it surged through my veins, hot and electric and so potent that I felt my toes curl against the glass. He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, the dread clouding my chest threatening to suffocate me. “Something bad’s going to happen, Dante,” I said moments later. “You need to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere far from home. The mafia.” He stared at me for a few moments, his expression blank. “What about you?” “What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “We’re both mafia blood, Seraph. If something bad’s really going to happen like you claim, then you wouldn’t be exempted. So,” he cocked a brow, “what about you?”

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Clyde explained. Demetrius slowly smiled. "Is that so?" Demetrius thought and smiled even more. "I see" Demetrius laughed. "I'll let you two live this time" Demetrius stood up and walked away. Bonnie and Clyde released a huge breath of relief at that. "That was close." “Black Venom” Is the only rival to Aurelio's clan. They're just as big and as powerful as them and that makes the mortal enemies. The clan is led by Demetrius.