Boxman X Venomous Novels & Stories

“Now, you sold out our intel to the Gambinos, am I right?” “What?” The man seemed to be in disbelief. No I—“ Lazaro slammed his fist into the man’s face again, cutting the words from his mouth, and blood splattered out of his nostrils as he staggered backwards. “Two chances left,” Lazaro muttered in a stabbing cold, emotionless voice. “How did you get the intel for those goods?” “Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Unknown POV: ‘Босс, я наблюдаю за целью’ (boss I have eyes on the target) ‘Делайте всё, что необходимо, я хочу, чтобы она вернулась ЖИВОЙ!’ (do what you need to do. I want her back ALIVE!) ‘Понял, босс. Вы все слышали босса: захватить Веном Виксен ЖИВОЙ!’ (copy that boss, you guys heard the boss capture Venom Vixen ALIVE!). From a Manson in New York City. ‘you better hope we are able to get her back because not only was she able to be free and escape with your wife but she killed 20 of my best men.’ he says ‘you let me worry about that I know how to get my daughter to obey with just a single sentence’ an older man says. ‘Best believe it works because she wasn’t supposed to escape that easily

I grab his hand and twist it behind his back,making him writhe in pain. And for my brother’s sake, I twist until I hear a crack with his knees falling down the ice. Others move back. I approach Asher and grab his neck. "I believe you need a new Right Wing"I say "Suck my cock," he grit aloud. I lean closer enough to feel his breath "Ask nicely and I might" His mouth falls open, face flush. Well, fuck. I let him go and skate out the rink Bring your best shots Venoms

"From now on, in the New York underworld, if I eat steak, you'll get soup." "Or tomorrow, two nameless bodies covered in snake bites will wash up in the Hudson!" With a snap of his fingers, the glass tank holding the Black Mamba was pushed forward again. Julian exploded, issuing a lethal warning. "If you touch us, the Visconti family will wipe the Cassanos off the map!" "Don't think you own New York..." Before Julian could finish, Caroline popped the lid. The Black Mamba shot out like dark lightning and sank its fangs deep into Julian's calf!

Damon’s Pov The screams of a certain scaredy-cat rang out from behind the garage doors, and as I made my way up, a knowing smirk stained my lips. The cat was right to be scared because I would show no mercy. I usually don’t. Our perfect kill spot was an abandoned junkyard that used to belong to a man who owed me money. He paid his debt, anyway. With his life. And his junkyard. “Open up,” I ordered, and Marcus slid the doors open, revealing the bloody wide space, the whimpering man behind the doors, the imposing Gary, and a few other of my boys.

Liam smiles evilly with a tilt of his head. Rowan shuts his eyes to catch his breath, placing his hands on his hips. “Five years and this is the best you can do, Liam. I'm kind of disappointed,” Liam's lips stretch into a smirk. “Of course not, brother, I didn't think you would die from that, and that's just the tip of the iceberg,” he puts his hand behind him and takes out a weapon. “I got this from a human friend years ago. They called it a gun, but of course, you know what a gun is, but do you know what it's loaded with?” He asks, smirking as if he's already won and Rowan is on the verge of death. “Silver bullets. One shot and you'll be dead, brother. Since all my plans failed to take you

Just the low flicker of a single screen in the corner showing grainy security footage and a faint red line blinking across the bottom. Dante moved like he belonged here. Like he owned this place. He tossed his bloodstained blazer aside, and I saw the full extent of the gash along his upper arm. Deep. Ragged. Already staining his undershirt in thick streaks of red. My stomach twisted. I scanned the room, my eyes catching on a metal locker that had been left slightly ajar. Inside—neatly arranged—was a small black box with a red cross on the top.

Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Miller. What I meant was that mage fire came from his hands! He didn't order any demons and his fire was red! His fire, which burned Poisontip in mere moments and killed him, burned red! His flames are red, Master Miller!" Scarface started sobbing violently. 'Ah, he lost it…' "Hector…" Hector, who was now behind Marcus, lowered his head. "Yes, Sir Marcus?" "Take this pathetic man out and dispose of him."

One of the two men suddenly flung open his coat and what appeared to be a Fostech Origin 12 shotgun came out of his side from the vast collection of guns that were hanging underneath. He emptied it, spraying the security guard with bullets that were being emitted at almost thirty rounds in less than eight seconds before turning back to his counterpart. The sound of bullets threw everyone present in the facility into panic, with people running to hide under their working tables. Moments later, the two men were seen running out of the facility, carrying a large metallic box and got into a truck. ★★★ Mr. Gilbert took over from the reception, applying his knowledge on History with the students f