Carnage X Venom Novels & Stories

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

In that heartbeat of opportunity, she dropped to her knees and rolled away from him, her hand finding the knife at her thigh. Jax's rifle barked once, the sound deafening in the enclosed space. The bullet caught Venom in the shoulder, spinning him around and sending his pistol flying across the marble floor. But the Diamondback president was tougher than he looked—instead of going down, he lunged for a backup weapon holstered at his ankle. Raven was faster. The knife left her hand in a perfect arc, burying itself to the hilt in Venom's chest just as his fingers closed around his backup gun. He staggered, looking down at the blade protruding from his body with something like surprise.

I get front," Dante announces, and shoves his brother sideways hard enough to win it. Enzo does not go to the back seat. He wedges himself into the gap between the front seats instead, both elbows finding surfaces they were not designed to occupy, his shoulder pressing against my arm before I have even started the engine. The interior of the car now smells like the ground floor of a department store. The cologne saturation is complete and total and there is nothing to be done about it. "Music," Dante says, already reaching for his phone. "The deal was silence," I say. "The journey has not started yet," Enzo says immediately from approximately four inches away from my ear. "Technically." "Tec

I reach for the bottle of bourbon I brought with me and take a long, hard sip straight from it, the burn providing a temporary distraction from the chaos swirling inside my mind. “You're bleeding, your majesty. Do you need help?" Amelia's voice is laced with concern as she moves closer, attempting to grab my hand that was staining the floor crimson. I quickly pull it away before she can make contact. The cuts I sustained from shattering the glass earlier refuse to heal at the speed they should. It's no surprise, though, considering I still have traces of oak tree venom coursing through my system. Oaktree Venom is the dreaded kryptonite for lycans.

Dark purple veins snaked violently beneath the surface of the carotid artery, like malevolent serpents. The blood vessels swelled eerily, pulsating with a sickening rhythm. With each heartbeat, those ghastly patterns writhed towards the chest. Arthur had planted a gene - locked, mutated neurotoxin. Maniacal laughter blared from the loudspeaker, a sadistic declaration of the ultimate wedding “gift” — hopeless despair with no cure. Vivienne flicked her wrist, and the tactical pouch on her outer thigh unzipped with a hiss. A medical - grade titanium steel hemostat, glinting like a predator's eyes, hurtled from her hand.

“D*mn!” X was about to lose his strength. He was in pinch situation. The knife was already centimeter away to his skin and he was about to lose his breath. The Cutthroat were terrifyingly yacked while he was doing this. Enjoying the scenery, knowing his opponent has no hope. Even so, he drops X when a bullet penetrated his hand.

“My long, sad life comes to an end.” “What’s that smell?” Xavier staggered and fell, a sense of dread creeping over him. “Burnt Nexorfin,” came the chilling reply, the air thick with its noxious fumes, making it difficult to breathe. “What?” Xavier gasped, his vision blurring. “You’re really weak, you’ve lost all sense. You didn’t even realize it until it spread this much,” Derrick muttered, his voice tinged with regret. “You feel terrible, right? The Venomixadone

He walked toward me, joking with Jared about how he’d have been dead if he hadn’t caught me in time. "The Luna knows Moonshade can’t survive a day without me. She’d never kill me," Jared responded with exaggerated confidence. I laughed. My first real laugh since yesterday. "You should be resting after taking care of the pack all day, Ari," Vayne said, voice full of concern. "I will. I just need to finish testing these, stop by the clinic, and then I’m done." I dropped the crossbow and started arranging bottles of shade serpent venom into a brown carton. The blue liquid corroded living tissues. Mixed with silver, it became a slow, agonizing poison for wolves.

Shade’s grin sharpened. He slid a black card into Riven’s pocket. “Bring him to me if you want him to live,” Shade said softly. Riven’s breath stilled. “What did you do? ” he hissed. “A slow venom,” Shade replied. “Don’t worry—he’s not dying tonight.” Shade’s eyes darkened. “Tomorrow, maybe.” Riven’s blood ran ice-cold. Shade stood, dusted off his jacket, and tapped twice on the truck. The engine roared back to life.

I didn’t know it would come in handy tonight. The laughter faded as the vampire’s blood dripped down my hand. He looked shocked but as soon as he recovered, his eyes narrowed. I didn’t give him the time to spout more nonsense. I slammed his head on the hood of my car as I grabbed the dagger from my boot and pierced it through his heart when he turned to me furiously. The dagger was laced with werewolf venom. Every weapon I possessed was laced with the same venom, including the bullets in my gun.