Eddie Brock X Venom Novels & Stories

Then all five chanted, “We are brothers by choice, blood has brought us together and holds us strong. Brothers we are and brothers we will always be.” Raven stood back and listened to the men. She knew they had a strong bond but the words and the feelings behind their vow touched her deeply. These five men were more than a family. She looked at Yuri and knew he would stand with the others and if someone had taken her she knew the others would fight beside to bring her back to him, the same as they all stood now to bring Pepper back to Mikial. She shook her head and had no sympathy for the likes of Timothy Flynn or Leon Knight. In fact, if she had any say in it, those two men would be left br

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

“I’ve hunted guys like him. He’s probably doped up on something—venom, maybe. Keeps him going.” “Venom?” Debby’s voice was steady but tight, her hand gripping my arm. “Like what’s in me? Levin, could Brad be stronger now?” “No,” Elias cut in from the corner, his voice calm but firm, still holding his clipboard. “Not like you, Debby. Your dose was controlled, meant to wake you. If Brad’s using venom, it’s wild—makes him tough but sloppy. He’s desperate.” “Desperate’s worse,” Jerry said, his voice low, his eyes glowing red. “The shard’s talking, Dad. Says Brad’s selling us out to Damon. Knows about the fake stone.”

"I love it." There was a moment of shared and entirely unhinged contemplation between them. The kind where both of them were thinking the same chaotic-evil, savage, lowkey-iconic thing and neither one was responsible enough to talk the other out of it. They were in villain-arc. They understood the assignment. Their brainrot was the drama and the drama was theirs. "We play Anti-Cupid," Enzo announced, grinning in the deranged, feral, mission-mode way that preceded every truly unwell decision he had ever made. "We sabotage the whole thing before it becomes a war. Little brother."

Cam’s possessive answer sent a shiver through her. Brock’s right hand came up. He outlined her lips with a languid sweep of his thumb. He brushed it just far enough inside her mouth that the wet rim of her lip dampened the pad. He hissed when she darted her tongue and licked it. “Ever had a black man, baby?” “No.” “You know what they say…” Brock laughed and ignored Cam’s warning growl as his hand followed the line of her throat to her shoulder. He gently pushed until she fell to her knees.

"We should probably talk about this." I looked up. Brack had moved and now stood close to me. "Don't you dare tell me you didn't order me a vibrator. Don't you fucking dare." I pushed a few items aside and searched around on the bottom. Nothing. "I. Will. Kill. You." The asshole smirked. "No, you'll improvise." He had to be kidding. "Improvise?" "There is every shape vegetable on the planet in there. One of them will surely do."

“For what?” Brock’s eyes flicker to mine, then back down to the table in front of him. “Breeding.” “Oh, what the fuck,” I spit, shoving back in my chair as my wolf surges forward with a growl. “That’s fucking sick.” “Tell me about it,” Brock grumbles. Theo snatches the paper from Jax, staring down at it angrily. “We’re gonna get him. That bastard is gonna pay for what he’s done.”

I won’t apologize for enjoying it. Drake picks up a knife and begins sharpening it slowly, letting the sound build tension. Edward holds his breath, watching that blade like it might decide his fate all on its own. I walk over and take it from Drake’s hand, winking at him. “Drake, get me the hose. Ben, the wolfsbane.” They nod and move into action while I step toward Edward, smiling. Sweet and fake. “So, Eddy. Who were you working with?” He rolls his eyes.

Brock pulled the corner of his mouth, "Gilberto is not here, and once he returns, the sight he will see is your dead body, which is already beyond redemption." "Do you think Gilberto will respond to your love? Not me, and he won't like you either!" Having been exposed, Brock became furious and embarrassed, saying, "No matter what, as long as it's not you! Even if Gilberto kills me later, I will still kill you!" He raised the gun, pulled the trigger, and was about to pull the trigger when an urgent voice came from behind, "You can't kill! Sir said you can't kill!" Brock, with his eyes already bloodshot, knew that now was the best opportunity to kill Zoey.

“I listened ye were a great hunter of evil presences when they found ye, or a few such garbage. Is that true?” “Yes and no,” Brock replied ambiguously. To be correct, he’d been chasing demon-possessed vampires when he’d run over this pack. That was moreover how he’d met Heather. Her best companion, Elegance, had a run-in with the things he’d been taking after. She’d overseen to elude them, and he’d taken after her to Heather’s loft and benevolently advertised his offer assistance to the women. It was a good thing as well. He’d gotten them out of there in the scratch of time.