Eddie Venom Novels & Stories

I looked at him with a sadness I knew must have been obvious. “You’ve outdone yourself. How could you be so cruel?” “I’ve never claimed to be a good man.” I let my fork fall onto the plate. “Why do you want to be the villain?” I asked. “Why can’t you get it into your head that acting like this will only leave you alone? People will hate you, is that what you want?” “I’ve always been alone,” he said simply. “It changes nothing.” “You’re a liar. You’re a horrible human being.”

Victor replied as he walked away. Eddie smiled sadly, as if it were forced, not because he was unhappy but because he was surprised by Victor's attitude, which turned out to be very friendly. Unlike the rumors that he was a wolf, Dante's most loyal bodyguard was ready to pounce on anyone who disturbed his master. "Never mind, just let them be." Victor urged again. Eddie and his two bodyguards turned to follow Victor, while Tommy chose to sit in a corner of the lobby while spying on his master from a distance.

A quiet night but something else takes place inside a private bar. People are dancing vigorously on the dancefloor with a presence rising above all. Leo fortez, one of the big drug distributors in Tondo— he is surrounded by beautiful women while dancing and obviously, they used drugs to do what they want to do without thinking. A man approached the bar side and sat down. "One vodka martini, please," said a man in a turtle neck sweater and a black suit. The bartender immediately went and started preparing the man's order while this was happening.

“Soon enough love” I wrapped my hand around his neck. For some reason being around him erased all the problems with the world.“I love you, Damien.” He pressed his lips against mine. “I love you too, Vanessa Blackwood”. “Ah,” I suddenly remembered. “Wayne, He is interested in being a business partner, your business partner, can you do that?” His expression darkened. “Please, he did take a bullet for me,” I begged. He sighed. “For you Vannessa, I will consider it.

Unknown POV: ‘Босс, я наблюдаю за целью’ (boss I have eyes on the target) ‘Делайте всё, что необходимо, я хочу, чтобы она вернулась ЖИВОЙ!’ (do what you need to do. I want her back ALIVE!) ‘Понял, босс. Вы все слышали босса: захватить Веном Виксен ЖИВОЙ!’ (copy that boss, you guys heard the boss capture Venom Vixen ALIVE!). From a Manson in New York City. ‘you better hope we are able to get her back because not only was she able to be free and escape with your wife but she killed 20 of my best men.’ he says ‘you let me worry about that I know how to get my daughter to obey with just a single sentence’ an older man says. ‘Best believe it works because she wasn’t supposed to escape that easily

"What are you talking about?" I asked Landon, my voice low but firm. I was about to turn and face him when he went in front of me himself. He towered over me, his eyes were dark and vicious looking straight into mine as if he wanted to look into my soul through them. I don't mind if he could. I don't care about anything else now. All I want is vengeance and I'm willing to do whatever it takes just to have that. "You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born."

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

One pins Eden, her fingers sparking with storms he can no longer survive. *"Stop!"* The plea tears from me, raw and desperate. Veyra watches, rapt. *"Begging? How *quaint*."* The venom offers a solution-a price. *"Let me in. *All* the way in."* I hesitate. Eden's scream decides for me. --- **The Becoming** The venom floods my synapses, burning away fear, mercy, *self*. The corpses recoil as my skin fractures, stormlight bleeding through. Veyra's grin widens. *"Yes. *YES*!"*

“You’ve got eyes?” Static hissed for a beat before her father’s voice crackled through. “Visual confirmed. He’s alone. No usual crew. Be careful, Eden.” “Copy that.” She adjusted her grip on the small vial tucked in her sleeve—a fast-acting knockout serum. Non-lethal. Quiet. Clean. Down below, Draven leaned against the bar and exchanged something with a man in a silver coat. Not cash. Not a drive. A folded envelope. Eden’s pulse quickened.

Dark circles, start to form around HiVi's chest, making the latter uncomfortable to breathe, add the pheromones being released by Eder, was intentionally suffocating his patients. Soon, Eder felt a terrible pain on his shoulder, and found himself being harshly pushed away from HiVi. And the force was no joke, resulting him an injury, Eder thinks he broke a bone in his shoulder, just from the impact when he hit hard on the surface wall. “Leave! While I'm still good at you, and don't make me repeat it twice Eder, leave.” Those words were unsharp knives, scrapping his chest. A knife that was Ieft on burning fire and slice and stab his heart multiple times in disarray pattern.