Eddie Venom Novels & Stories

"If it weren't for you, Rebecca would've rightfully become Luna! This would never have happened! You—where the hell did you even come from?!" And then— "I knew you were crazy," Eddie's voice said calmly, from the cell beside hers. She whipped around, eyes darting. "Eddie?!" "I thought you were trying to help the pack," he said flatly. "But did you not just hear Conan? Levi's poisoned. And you're gloating? What the hell is wrong with you?!" "You don't understand anything!" "No," Eddie said. "But I understand this. I didn't sign up to kill Levi or get my sister locked up because you pumped her full of bullshit."

whispered Eden further tightening his arms. Megan who had felt her body begin to stiffen because of the cold, now slowly warms because the body temperature of Eden who is a Werewolf nation is higher than humans. "You're scheming," Megan replies has read Eden's plan that deliberately takes her out when she wants to talk to Regar. Hearing this, Eden slowly loosened his arms. He then ducked down to look at Megan who is now also looking back at him. "Do you think that I am evil?" Eden asked with faint eyes.

her voice suddenly seized due to how high her pitch was and she started coughing "Why the pompous behavior when she can't even control her voice" Nirvana scoff 🎶 My life!!!!! 🎶 My life!!!!! 🎶 Is mine to livvvvvveeeeeee!!!!!! 🎶 Is mine to livvvvvveeeeeee!!!!!!! Nirvana sang, her pitch even higher. She kept adding intonation to the music as she sang 👥 Omg 👥 Her pitch is fire 👥 When I thought Jasmine had it all

Two minutes later, Zach walked into the most luxurious room in the club with blood all over his hand but none on his suit or his crisp white shirt. Big Al was reduced to a stammer as he stared at the man making himself comfortable across the table from him. “Who... How...Who...” He could not formulate the right question to ask this strangely calm man. “Are you here to kill me?” He finally asked once he had gotten control over his tongue. “No,” Zach answered calmly, “As I said, am here to talk.” He poured himself a glass of wine after wiping the blood off his hand using the paper towels on the table. “I am simply here to claim on my investment.”

Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar. King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him. A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady. The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.

"And I am not done." He presses the button and sprays a huge white glob right onto the front of Goldie's tight male shirt, right over his chest. "Oh my god!" Goldie Lockhart says, his eyes wide. "I cannot believe a big capo just did that to me!" "Is it too much?" Jack Horner asks, looking down. "I should clean it up for you." He drops the silver can, holds Goldie's arms tight, leans his big body down, and licks the sweet white cream right off the young man's chest. His warm tongue and his scratchy beard feel very wild against Goldie's skin. Goldie Lockhart is a young guy who never does bad street things with men, especially not with an older capo who is his ally's father. It is not what an e

The vegetation that was everywhere one could look was lush, even tropical looking almost. “How is this possible?” I asked of no one in particular. The Captain answered, “Welcome to Eden. You may well be the first Russian to see this place, at least we can hope so.” As he said that I didn’t miss the dark look given to me by the CIA dude. Must have a thing against Russians, only I really wasn’t Russian, rather I was an American and yet I seemed to have none of the rights of one. The Captain went on, “What we’re floating along into right now is a jolly old caldera of a mostly sunken volcano.”

Ryan had just replied to her message. Eden raised an eyebrow and quickly typed one word. Eden was about to reply when the lobby’s spotlight was turned on. The host took the stage with a mic, and Eden paused, putting her phone away. Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Alain and said, "The man just now is a Living Venom." "Living Venom?" Alain looked at her with a frown. Horace and Caelus also turned their attention to her. "He’s been bathed in all kinds of toxins since he was young," Eden explained, gazing meaningfully at Room Number Two through the window. "His body is literally poisonous. Just touching his blood can poison someone, and the types of toxins can vary."

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

“Why is my brother’s name on a fucking kill-list?!” -----