Best Of Venom Novels & Stories

The thought of never meeting Ian again and the guilt of not uniting Ian with his true soulmate tortured him slowly. "Host?" June looked up and weakly smiled at the teenage girl dressed in a white tight suit. She was Venus his system. He had seen her physical form whenever he came to Love Crop. "Hey Venus," he said and wiped his face. "Are you not feeling good?" She asked, her robotic voice was the only thing that reminded June she is not real. June gave her a smile, avoiding her scarlet eyes, "I am fine." He assured. Venus gave a nod and said, "I came to say goodbye. It has been a pleasure working with you, host."

He was building for his own climax and breathing hard with need. “Bastetia…” He breathed harshly. “…you are my beloved and my soulmate.” He sank his fangs into her neck just as she cried out in climatic pleasure. It suddenly turned to a blood curdling scream of pain as his venom burned through her. She felt it envelope her heart and she thought in the instant that she was going to die, but as her body shuddered in ecstasy at the same time the pain mixed with the pleasure and suddenly she was overcome by another orgasmic bout of need as she cried out again in pleasure that was beyond words as Ruben’s venom burning within her turned euphoric.

Seeing that he was silent, despite sitting on his leg, Viola moved further, her hands were placed at his chest and her mouth went to ear, her breath fanning his neck and she whispered seductively. "Why don't you come to momma?" Venom let out a chuckle and he also did the same she did, her mouth went directly to her ear, his hoarse voice whispered back. "Doesn't like girls who are willing to let me for free, I flow with girls who bill… go straight to the matter while we are here, I'm so busy unlike someone." In embarrassment Viola stood up from his leg, she changed her face immediately as if nothing had happened, she didn't believe Venom would reject the offer of sleeping with the Spooner hei

Three days later, Raven found herself deeper in Diamondback territory than ever before, sitting across from Venom in his private office above the Black Fang. The room was a study in controlled menace—expensive furniture mixed with obvious displays of wealth and power. Stacks of cash sat openly on side tables, and she could see the outline of at least three different weapons within easy reach of his chair. "Your first assignment went well," Venom said, pouring himself a glass of aged whiskey. He didn't offer her one, which she took as both an insult and a test. "Snake was impressed with your composure under pressure."

"Not everyone gets this kind of help. You should know how valuable they are." "What is the root called?" Melinda asked looking the charred wood over. "How can they be good for you?" "It is called Heaven's Venom. A type of poison. It can only be grown from the blood of a cultivator hit by powerful lighting. Very good at killing parasites that thrive off of eating synapses." Ren said politely. "The parasites grow and grow till they burst out. Making it difficult to move around beforehand. With the little critters eating away at one's synapses it makes it to difficult to do much of anything."

and threw him in Venom's direction, the underling fell right under venom's clutch. The moment he came in contact with Venom, Osman's underling gave out a loud scream and dried up immediately. "Noooooooo" Osman screamed as he watched the gory sight in front of him. "Damn you Swift." He cursed aloud. "Damn you Osman." He cursed back at Osman before he turned to Venom. "I fulfilled your wish, I hope you can go ahead now." He bowed his head one more paying his last respect. Venom took one last breath and have up the ghost. Swift threw his hands in the air, he had won, the watching crowd roared. Venom's body and his companion's were immediately set ablaze.

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

His eyes rolled back and he collapsed. "Joseph!" Tasha screamed. Penelope bolted to his side. "No, no, no!" Marina knelt beside him, her fingers on his throat. "He's not dead. But he's fading." "What's happening to him?" Penelope asked, voice trembling. "He's been poisoned," Marina said. "Vampire venom mixed with silver and vervain. The most lethal combination there is." Penelope's face crumpled. "There's no cure for that."