Eddie Brock X Venom Novels & Stories

I walk in, slowly to take in both brothers, who instinctively create space among them so I cannot attack them both and they can come for me on each side. "Your beauty could never be a bother. I was just telling my brother the other night about how mesmerizing you are. I don't know if I should kill you together with your boyfriend and keep your head in my room to do things to or to keep you alive, to live as my toy. Don't worry, I will pull out, We definitely don't want your kind gracing our green earth anymore." Brock says to me. A very bold thing to say to a woman who can sing their death.

No one knew if she was really from their family or what. “Yes, do that. I am already out of patience sitting in between a bunch of traitors,” Edmund exclaimed as he gave a disgusted look to Brock and Drake. He was not sure what was going on but whatever it was he wanted to end it soon but then again, he had to stall for some time since something bigger was about to happen.

Edward quickly sped toward one of them who was already unconscious. "This is the payoff if you mess with the vampire prince of the world Draciana," Edward muttered. He brought his sharp fangs towards the neck of the man who had broken his bracelet. A second later the fangs pierced his skin and collarbone, sucking all of the man's blood without a trace. "Just die your trash!"

Once our visions became clear to see the dark, we saw the thing that was dragging him. It was a leafless tree, smaller than the common ones here. However, its branches were alive, hundreds of them; vine-like, slithering, coiling on its own like snakes. I didn’t know what that thing was, but Brock was definitely in danger. I was about to leap to save him when dozens of them were coming at us. Plucking a thick branch off from a nearby tree to fashion myself a club, I swatted the vines away before any of them could touch us both.

There was no pulse. My throat closed and for a second, I couldn’t move. This was my fault. I’d walk away when he needed me. I’d left the club divided. And now it was burning. The sirens approached and the tires screeched outside the gates. Voices shouted my name. “Ash Vega! Step away!” Flashlights cut through the smoke and cops poured in, guns drawn and shouting orders. “Hands where we can see them!” I froze, still kneeling beside Griff’s body, blood on my hands, fire behind me and betrayal burning in my chest. One of them stepped forward. “He’s got blood all over him!”

Alpha Broderick replied, shaking his head. He was consumed by anger at that time when he saw his fourth brother, Venedict. He was so doting of him since childhood but because of jealousy, Venedict chose to become a Blood Moon. That's why he was taken by emotions after seeing that he was alive and well after all the atrocities he did in the past. “What are you two talking about? Kindly explain it, you are both making us confused more and more” Beta Jack remarked with a sigh. Alpha Broderick and Delta Cluxx looked at everyone and saw them staring back in confusion. Alpha Broderick smiled bitterly before urging Delta Cluxx to tell everyone what happened.

Every strike, every kill, I saw Eva’s face in my mind, her blood pooling, her breath slipping away. Edward cut down a man at my side, his blade burying deep. He ripped it free, panting. “Damien behind you!” I spun just as a hunter lunged, blade raised for my back. My hand shot up, catching his wrist. With a savage twist, I broke it, the weapon clattering uselessly to the ground. Then I drove my fist into his throat, watching him crumple, choking on his own breath. Still, they kept coming. And through it all, Briar watched. Calm. Smiling.

He was lost, looking like a gone hungry beast that I wondered who on earth cursed them this much. I should’ve been terrified, well I was but something inside me snapped. With the last bit of strength I had, I cupped his face with my bleeding hand, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “It’s me,” I gasped. “Dante….It’s Raven. You can take a bite… just don’t lose yourself.” His jaw twitched.l for what seemed like a second and as if a switch had been flipped, he froze. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my blood from my hands and he gave a lick.

“Where does it hurt?” “I’m fine.” A cool hand pressed against my forehead. “Liar.” He stayed beside me after that. Without saying another word. In the darkness, I noticed something was wrong with him. Suppressing vampire instincts for too long came with consequences. His gaze lingered on my neck for a very long time. Yet he never moved closer. “If you want blood, just take it.” He looked away. “You’re already anemic.” “You can’t afford to lose blood right now.”

And standing before her, Rafael forces her to confront the most painful question of all: if he is guilty, why does her heart still choose him? Brinks — “She’s on the Edge” is a gripping modern dark romance of power, betrayal, and survival. It explores the fine line between love and destruction, and the cost of trusting someone who might be your undoing. Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Diana McCoy is a woman pushed past her limits — and what she does next will change everything. *************