Boxman X Venomous Novels & Stories

Somehow hearing whatever that was made me dizzy. It was mocking me. Speaking without words. But I couldn’t be distracted. I dipped my hand into the pouch at my side. A special present I'd requested from Vann — black sap venom. It was meant for putting down beasts of burden that were too wild to be tamed. It was an extremely powerful poison, the kind that fed on rot and spread even better in decay. I popped the cork with my teeth and smudged the thick sludge across my claws. It burned my skin. Good. It would hurt the beast more.

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them. This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on. My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard. Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me. But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him. Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.

the man said, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of menace. "Who’s asking?" Ronan replied, his tone cold. The man lowered his hands slowly, revealing a flash drive in one of them. "A message. From someone who calls themselves The Broker." The name sent a shiver down my spine, and I took an involuntary step closer to Ronan. "Who are you?" Ronan demanded, his gun unwavering. The man smirked. "Just a messenger. Deliver this, and I’m out of here." Ronan snatched the drive from his hand, his eyes narrowing. "If this is a trap—"

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

But despite the initial shock, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took a lingering look at him, her annoyance and earlier disappointment melting away. Joslyn's eyes swept over Gabriel's attire, taking in the sight of him in a form-fitting, black wife beater that accentuated his muscular physique. The fabric hugged his chest snugly, revealing the contours of his well-defined muscles and abs—was that an eight-pack?—while a pair of fitted black gym shorts showcased his toned manly legs. As she processed the sight in front of her eyes, a wave of dirty thoughts crept into her mind, imagining all sorts of scenarios that involved the use of those muscles. Quickly shaking off the

By, Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Inside a room, Rexton could be seen laying on the bed with tubes connected to him as the machine beeped slowly at intervals.

His presence was sharp, like a blade just before it sliced skin. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment,” the man said. “Alex Morano. Dominic Caruso. Together again. The legends of the underworld. But legends fall, don’t they?” “Who the hell are you?” Dominic demanded. The man smiled. “You can call me Viper.” A series of red dots lit up from the shadows—snipers, hidden in the upper scaffolding. Sophia whispered in Alex’s earpiece. “Four snipers. One on each beam. I can take out two.”

I said to him. The man gave out a loud yawn, drawing my attention to him. “Y’all are making me bored, and…” He couldn’t finish his sentence when he let out a loud scream, and my attention became drawn to Finn, who sunk his teeth into the man’s hand. “Werewolf venom is fatal to vampires. He remembered,” I said out loud with a small feeling of victory crossing my chest. He pushed Finn away at once, then fell to the ground, holding onto his hand. He tried to run, but crashed down. I rushed to Finn and pulled him toward me, throwing my arms around him.

The poisonous small black snake that he owns should have already arrived at the side of their captain, and Venom is sure that his comrades would come to assist him. The great black wolf snorted in derision at the words of the black robed man that is inverting black and white, and acting as the victim at first sight. Such a shameless behavior ticked at Samel’s patience, and he instantly pounced on the other party with a swipe of his huge paws with gleaming sharp claws. Samel attacked suddenly and unexpectedly, and Venom could only evade in a sorry manner as the sharp claws emitted a horrendous sound of metal grinding against a wall of solid rock.

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.