Boxman X Venomous 소설 & 이야기

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.

Carlos a answered with venom in his eyes. Xx___xX

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.

The one that arrives unannounced on a Tuesday morning. I’m on the couch, feet propped on pillows, laptop balanced on my thighs, reviewing final mockups for the Harper-Kane Industries launch campaign when the elevator chimes. Delivery men in Kane Industries uniforms wheel in the biggest box I’ve ever seen. It’s matte black carbon fiber, sleek as a spaceship, with holographic panels and a built-in vital monitor that syncs to an app. Alexander is in the kitchen, making me the only pregnancy craving he hasn’t mastered yet: pickled jalapeño and Nutella toast. He signs for the delivery without looking up.

He stopped a few meters away, looking me up and down with hungry eyes. "You really are perfect. Such pure light... and such deep darkness. You are like a beautiful flower... growing right in the middle of hell." I narrowed my eyes, gripping my power tightly. "You are from the Venom Clan, aren't you?" The man's smile widened. He bowed playfully. "At your service. My name is Silas. Silas Venom." So this was the heir of the missing clan. He looked creepy, but his power level... it was huge. I could feel the toxic energy radiating from him. It was corrosive and dark.

“The more untouched and undamaged they arrive at their destination, the better paid we’ll be.” The tall vampire runs a hand down my back, cupping my ass. It makes me shudder in disgust. I try to kick him away, but he just laughs. The muscular man drags me forward by the other end of the rope causing me to almost stumble. “Can’t we spare one, boss?” the first man asks. “This one’s got a great ass and tits. And she’s blonde too.” The bald man smacks him on the back of the head. “Hands. Off. The. Merchandise.”

He had a dagger in his hand, the same one that had been in Beom’s pocket. “How…how did you get that?” Beom stuttered, searching his pocket frantically but it was empty. Meanwhile, the beastman clutched onto his pouch still screaming then he suddenly stopped, releasing a dangerous aura. He was really mad. He charged at us, swinging it claws furiously. I pushed the boys towards Beom who took them away from the fight. Each of its swings were fast and brutal. If it were to be a normal person, they would have been long dead with their bodies torn up. But I was me, and I had gone more berserk than this.

us dumbfounded at our entrance until Alex shouted at him, “MY BOSS IS NOT HERE TO ENTERTAIN, HE IS HERE ON BUSINESS AND HE DOES NOT HAVE TIME TO WASTE!” Mason clearly spooked, but trying his best to put on a Brave face led everyone to what he called his meeting hall. There were many prostitutes hanging around, speaking and laughing loudly. They whistled and revealed their not so hidden ‘assets’ to the men as we passed them. They were clearly high on drugs. Mason pointed towards them and said that they were some of his finest and that should the men care for some entertainment later, he would arrange it. “DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME WHEN I SAID MY BOSS IS HERE ON BUSINESS?” Growled Alex. Mason

Amy said, eyeing the way Isadora’s fingers twitched against her thigh. “Been too long since I’ve twisted a neck,” she said, almost wistfully. “Or put a bullet straight through someone’s chest.” Amy chuckled low. “You might get your chance tonight.” Thomas entered then, wiping his hands on a rag, smelling faintly of engine oil and gunpowder. He glanced between them, reading the room immediately. Amy exhaled smoke and leaned forward on the desk. “Alright, felons. Let’s catch this motherfucker.”

The pain was so intense, my vision went black. I screamed and yanked my hand out. It was already turning black! The stone box clattered to the ground, and a strong smell of vampire venom filled the air! The smell our kind hates most! The venom was spreading fast up my fingers, like a living snake burrowing into my flesh! I quickly grabbed a nearby animal hide to try and stop it, but the venom seemed to have a life of its own, eating into my hand, causing unbearable pain. Sophia appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the cave entrance. She spoke in a lazy, sickly sweet but vicious voice: