Flash Thompson As Venom Novels & Stories

I could see the white mist of my own breath. The Silverthorn Toxin had reached my lungs. I could hear the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions, one wave after another. The sound of Fenris's empire collapsing. The sound of his people dying. The price he was paying for his revenge. And I was part of that price. I lay on the bed, feeling the final surge of the Silverthorn Toxin. It was like a million ants crawling through my veins, gnawing at every nerve. A web of silver veins spread beneath my skin, a grotesque, final tattoo.

THE CLAMOR of the gongs, lost its harmony. The beating drums were shut as the pointed obsidian pour down like heavy rainfall under the sheen of the blue moon. The lanterns that lit the once lively street of a petty dominion- reigned over by the other two nations- arose into flames as it silence the dead corpses lay before the cold pavement. The stench of her Lycanthropy kin's blood numbed into Yseah's wrinkled nose. Her pair of lilac eyes were unbeknownst of the tragedy that occurred in a leap of her heartbeat.

Ignoring his taunt, I begin to move again, attacking with all my might while he jumps around, easily dodging each of my attacks, until he is standing in front of a window with a look of boredom on his face. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I must get going.” Giving a wink, he throws himself backwards as I move, slashing out again, this time managing to hit his chest before he topples out of the window. Cursing, I move to follow but stop as a whimper sounds from behind me. Turning, I take in Tabitha as she reaches between her thighs in an attempt to relieve the effects of the fucking venom the damned vampire put in her. "Dammit!" I growl, clamping my hand so my weapon disappears. “Next time.”

"Because if this is what your protection looks like, I’d rather face Thorne alone." I turned to Jax and Ryder, who were rushing back from the stream. "We’re leaving. Now." But as I moved, a sudden, sharp wave of nausea hit me. The world spun, and the smell of the tea—the 'Poisoned Tea' Vanya had offered—hit the back of my throat. It wasn't poison. Not the kind that kills. It was a catalyst. My Mark flared with a blinding, violet light. The pain was so intense I fell to my knees, a scream ripping from my lungs.

The whispers in the glass started to fade, drowned out by the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together and the desperate, animalistic sounds we were making. Vane was at my neck before I even registered the movement, his teeth sinking into my throat so hard I felt my blood well up and spill down my collarbone. His venom burned as it surged through my veins, hot and electric and so potent that I felt my toes curl against the glass. He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out.

He squeezed my a**. "Together." I groaned. I screamed as I gave in to my climax. I think my eyes must have rolled back into my head. At the same time, Theo groaned from under me, and I felt his seed spurt into me like a fountain. We both twitched as wecame down from our euphoria. I climbed down from him and lay beside him, the effects of the venom wearing off. Theo rolled over and draped his arm over me, burying his face between my breasts.

A voice asked, slowly loosing his hold on Thorne who crept away as I had given him a sign to get away from me before I transform and cause him more hisrm than the wound on his shoulder which was still gushing out tkns of blood. If I don't get this under control as soon as possible, then I would lose him in the most tragic way ever. “He's refusing the venom from being injected into his body and the worse part is that he isn't even touching any machine to help with that," another voice chirped in, and i used the opportunity to muster all the strength I could get and the chains cracked open. Leaving their current leader no chance as I grasped him by the neck.

"Luna Silva? That’s just a wild, silver-veined variant of wild mint. I found it growing near the creek three weeks ago. It’s harmless." "It isn't mint," Francis snapped, his jaw tightening. "It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart."

“Well of course I'm here to seduce him and make him mine” “Damien is not easy” I cut in. “It won't work” “You can't imagine what I can do, but it's okay, I'm going to make you watch as I make him slip away from your dirty little fingers,” she threatened, hanging up immediately. My heart raced. It didn't race because of fear, it raced because I was jealous, jealous of having that man stealing venom around my man. My man. ~~Damien~~ A FEW MINUTES AGO