Carnage X Venom Novels & Stories

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

He throws his flashlight straight at the werewolf, and it entered into his mouth. "...You damn... VAMPIRE!" Carnage struggles to talk after Carlo's flashlight entered into his mouth. He tried to cough it out, but fell down from the tree in the process. Carnage fell on the ground, and injured his left leg. He couldn't move, and the flashlight was still stuck in his throat.

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

He said if he couldn’t rule then nobody would, and he would rather burn everything down than let Damien and Elena have it. Elena felt rage so strong it made her vision fade white and she raised her gun aiming it straight at Vincent’s head, and he laughed and said she didn’t have what it took to kill him in cold blood because she was still pretending to be a gangster instead of truly becoming one. Elena pulled the trigger and Vincent’s laugh stopped as the bullet hit him in the chest, and he looked surprised for a moment before falling back in his chair.

Logan murmured to Brooke with immense tenderness. “My boots will return to this chamber within a brief interval.” After meticulously tucking the heavy wool blankets around her shoulders, Logan stood upright and abandoned the bedroom, exercising total caution to seal the timber door silently behind his heels. He descended the stone stairwell into the lower living space before resuming the high-stakes conversation with Samson over the communication frequency. “What specific classification of venom are our lines dealing with?” “It operates as an incredibly lethal, exceptionally rare strand of alchemical poison engineered specifically to trigger catastrophic cardiovascular palpitation, which sub

The smoke of tobacco filled the room, giving it a darkness that showed the impending conflict. Just like the Blood Moon Cartel, the Raven's Eye had a high ranking in the mafia's hierarchy. The boss, Lord Venom, just like Aurelio, exuded a dangerous aura, and he had a strong thing against Aurelio. He was in his room, a thin layer of folds in between his lips as he stared at one person's picture on his phone, Aurelio. His eyes burned with deep hatred, cold and menacing. The door to his Villa opened and Radar, his right-hand man, walked in. He bowed, awaiting Lord Venom's reply.

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.

The museum lobby, a stage not long ago a tapestry of extravagance and power struggles, had now become an arena where modern technology clashed violently with primal rage. Preston Vance, the monster utterly consumed by the "Corrupted Bloodline," let out a deafening roar. His massive body, composed of black carapace and twisted flesh, slammed into Catherine like a runaway battering ram. The Italian marble floor beneath his feet cracked inch by inch; the pure power, derived from the Council's dark alchemy, was enough to level a wall.

Eventually, he grew tired of punishing me and decided to end my life instead. On that fateful day, I was prepared to die, to escape the years of unjust suffering. I was ready to bid farewell to this unfair world. However, when they threw my lifeless body into the middle of the forest, they believed I was already dead. Little did they know, Celine, my loyal friend, possessed the power of Venom, which she intentionally injected into my body to halt my heartbeat. As my body was discarded like trash, Celine swiftly retrieved it and shielded me with her protective abilities. From that day forward, I awoke and managed to hide from my father's wrath. But then, tragedy struck when Celine fell in lov