Carnage X Venom Novels & Stories

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cold glass, my eyes wide, promising her hell. “I’m going to destroy it. I’m going to reach through these bars, and I am going to tear your perfect day into bloody confetti. I will burn it all down. You and that old, rotting carcass you’re marrying. I will make sure your wedding day is the worst day of your life. You’ll remember me. You’ll always remember me!” She didn’t react again. She just stood there, absorbing my venom, and it was like throwing stones at a fortress. They just clattered off and fell to the ground.

I placed my palm over my mouth, muffling the sound of my tears. The sun was beginning to come out, and my energy was depleting,I had barely eaten since I got back from the hospital much less take the drugs given to me, but I cared less about that, not when a huge part of me felt like a fool. Look at me seeking revenge for my father, and I can barely stand up to anyone at that table without my heart beating hard against my chest. Look at me seeking revenge when I am still in love with one of the suspects, the major suspect, because certainly among all, he has shown he knows more about my father’s death. He sent that letter, by the way.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

A fire that long since burned out. But now, it's crackling. A living flame and all I want to do is burn everything to the ground with it. Tears wet my face as I stared at the name scribbled on the journal. Dante Romano. I guess I'll be your new predator.

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

He then decided to call Big Al to enquire on the progress of the case. The call was answered in the first ring. “Big Al, what is the progress on the order I gave you?” A very nervous voice on the other end of the call answered. “Boss, I do not have good news. The drivers of the van that hit Miss Rachel were all found dead a few days after the accident. They had been shot point black in the head together as though they were together with the shooter.

The bullet pierces through his stomach and his hand in the gun gets loosened. I look at Cristina with concern. I know she would feel it too if her mate dies. But she was normal. I look at her, confused. “Don’t worry Logan. I have broken my bond with him with the help of a witch.” She says, and I look at her pitifully. I know it is very hard to do this ritual. But I am glad she has done it. I smile at her and empty every bullet in his heart. He has dared to hurt my mate.

One of the vampires spoke, while Andrew silently heard the conversation between the vampires. "That’s my venom.’ Carmen spoke, drinking the blood. "And there is no way she can get her hands on me." She added, looking at Andrew, "Don’t tell me you don’t want your revenge." "I will. And it is definitely not hurting her physically. Because that bitch can handle any pain that will be done to her, but I want to see whether she is crying if anything happens to her beloved parents?" He asked. "Her father is already dying. All I need to do is fasten the procedure by targeting her mother."

Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny. The form became more vivid as the lifeless colours brought life in the painting. And then, like a gentle stroke of a fine paintbrush on the canvas, an obnoxiously metallic smell of blood wafted in my nostrils. Blood! The colours swirled and turned into something more vivid. I could see the form clearly now. I scrunched up my nose as the smell of fresh blood became more intense, almost unbearable. I walked to the figure through the blur and hollow, my instinct telling me to stop.

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.