Carnage X Venom Novels & Stories

Maureen arrived at the milk tea shop first and watched from upstairs as Damien stepped out of the yellow Porsche and tossed the keys to the valet. Serena went straight to the second floor, where Maureen eagerly waved her over. "Darling, that's a limited edition Porsche. Your husband is quite the big spender." Serena smiled, "He's got a bunch of vintage cars in the garage too. I can drive any of them." Maureen gave her a thumbs up. "Should I start calling you Mrs. Kade now?" "Don't tease me. It's just a mutual deal with that old fox," Serena said as she settled into the soft couch, sipping her passion fruit lemonade with a look of pure enjoyment.

But a cornered snake is at its most venomous. From the shadows of a collapsed stone archway near the northern treeline, Madox dragged his broken, bleeding frame to his knees. His eyes burned with a mad, self-righteous light. With a final, trembling effort of his remaining strength, he lifted a heavy, mechanical hand-crossbow that had been dropped in the dirt. It was loaded with a specialized, dark-veined projectile—a Black-Silver Arrow, heavily saturated with an ancient, concentrated necrotic poison designed to rot a pureblood vampire's frozen core from the inside out. He didn't aim at Astrid. He aimed directly at the exposed back of Carmilla Dracul.

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd noticed. I took another sip. Then I froze. The glass stopped halfway to my lips. Across the room stood a man I hadn't seen in years. My fingers tightened around the glass. No. It couldn't be. But I knew that face. I knew those eyes. I knew the scar above his eyebrow. My breathing became shallow. The music around me seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of a locked door slamming shut. Hands. Cold walls. Dark rooms. Laughter. The smell of sweat and blood. Voices telling me I had no choice.

I asked looking around. "That's what I was telling Amy. My toys are here." He replied casually like it wasn't one of the strangest thing he ever said. Carlos noticed my blank expression that's why he continued. "Well these 'Toys' are used to give someone a brutal death. Thier are so many ways you can kill someone brutally. We have different levels of machines depending on person's deed. Starting from basic to horrendous ways of dying. Like have you heard about peeling of human skin and putting the body on fire, cutting the head, electrocuting someone, inserting pins in the whole body-"

He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out. "You're ours in every single reality, Princess," Ronan groaned, his voice ragged as he bit down brutally on my shoulder. His venom joined Vane's, mixing together in my bloodstream, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "In every universe, in every timeline, you are ours. Ours. Ours. OURS."

“His beast?” Velcira nodded, her eyes dark. “It is called Draumr-Veyr. Dream’s Venom. It does not merely burn the body. It seeps into the mind, twisting dreams until they bleed into waking. That is why she thrashes. That is why her breath falters. If left untended, it will not only take her life. It will strip her of herself piece by piece.” Marita’s throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you mean, strip her?”

Standing in the absolute center of the carnage was Alexander Vance. He looked like a demonic entity escaping a subterranean war zone. His gray tactical shirt was entirely shredded, hanging in bloody rags from his massive six-foot-four frame, exposing the thick white compression bandages that were now completely saturated with a mixture of dark, silver-poisoned fluid and fresh, bright arterial blood. The black, necrotic tracks of the silver-nitrate venom had returned with a terrifying vengeance, creeping up the entire column of his neck and mapping across his sharp jawline like a web of dark glass.

*"Too late. They've tasted your storm." The first corpse falls, her body a marionette of lightning and rot. She speaks with Veyra's voice. *"Join us, sister. Let the venom *free* you."* --- **The Storm's Price** They attack in a chorus of thunder. Eden grabs a shard of amber, its edge sharp as betrayal. I unleash the venom's borrowed power, but the corpses drink it, growing stronger. One pins Eden, her fingers sparking with storms he can no longer survive.

From now on, it'll be like you never existed. I fought desperately, tears blurring my vision, but my body refused to obey. Carly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "Close your eyes. It'll be over faster." Without hesitation, she drove the silver needle straight into my carotid artery. Wolfsbane surged through my veins, ripping through my nervous system. My body convulsed, every nerve screaming as if I were being burned alive. Then, Carly turned to the four rogues and said flatly, "She's the one I want dead. Make it clean. Rip out her throat, strip her fingerprints, and destroy her face."

My heart shattered as my eyes caught sight of the broken vase on the floor of the room, with the ashes sprayed all over the floor like it was mere ashes from burning wood. My men had stayed out of the room out of respect, until I had seen the mess and given a command. I would have put a bullet through the first person who even dared to cross the door. And only heaven knows what I will do to the unfortunate soul who did this to my sister. I stared at the sight with bloodshot eyes, and I could feel the blood pumping furiously to my mouth - I could taste the acrid liquid. ‘TROVA CHI L’HA FATTO E PORTATELI SUBITO DA ME!’ I spat out and fell on my knees beside the shattered vase immediately they