Novel & Cerita Flash Thompson As Venom

❤️ Venom and Desire ❤️ Marl's mouth fell open, the scream clawing up his throat like a beast unchained but what erupted was no cry of agony. It was a deep, guttural moan that echoed off the walls of the chamber, raw and unwilling, torn from the depths of him. Pain? He had braced for it, fangs like hers sinking into his vein should have been fire, torment, a vampire's curse. But no. Instead, heat flooded him like liquid flame, injected straight from her wicked teeth into his bloodstream. It spread fast, too fast, racing through his limbs, pooling in his core, making his skin burn and his cock throb with an ache that bordered on madness. Whatever venom she carried in those Khyrador fangs, it w

The result will be a more promising and peaceful future for the residents of Venomane. Blayne delivered a vertical knee strike to the evil alpha’s chin. He flipped backwards and dropped flat on his back, inches away from two pairs of feet. Elite Elias and Thomas looked down at his bloodied face with his mouth now twisted. My mate clutched him by the throat and dragged him to kneel once again before Vance. More blood is expelled from his mouth.

He pushed through and began thrusting his hips. "Wow!" Venom snapped, surprised. He was throat-fucking the girl now, her face was turning red, saliva dripping down her chest. Her neck swollen showing the horrifying detail of the monster going down her throat. Zayne's hand tightened even more in her hair, the veins in his forearm and neck visible as he punished her. It was so big that she couldn't stop gagging and tears won't stop falling down her cheeks. "That's what I'm talking about. Unleash that anger," Venom purred, watching with her cousin with pride.

Victor said. "What!? But!?" "There is one thing you should know about twin venoms, they can never reach Alpha, but can in return be much more dangerous, as for the venom, its similar to silver, we don't really die from it, instead it dries us out, and unlike your situation where the stake can be removed, no means of reversing this state we're in had been found, so we came to a conclusion that it kills us"

"Nathan drew the fluid before the guards kicked him out." "And what did the blood say?" "Silver Thorn Draft," I said, holding his gaze even though every survival instinct told me to run. "High concentrations of an anaesthetic. Something to slow down the heart. To make her look weak. And then a second dose of the original venom. A lethal amount." Christopher went entirely still. He looked away, his eyes scanning the grey treeline beyond the training walls. His fingers twitched against the hilt of the dagger at his belt. When he looked back, his eyes were cold slits.

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

She opened her eyes and nod her head steadily making him smirk in satisfaction. He held his hand up and grabbed the sharp knife from the table before placing it in front of Rose. She stared at the knife blankly. "Do it. Compensate my pain. Slit your wrists.” ________________________________________ Do remember the relationship is toxic. And I am not trying to romanticize it. Next will be up soon. Keep liking and taping on the follow button for more interesting updates.Adios.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The venom isn't poison-it's a *conduit*. It slithers through my veins like liquid static, stitching itself to the storm's ghost still buried in my bones. Every heartbeat fractures the world: frozen forest, gold-tinged battlefield, derelict chapel where the Weaver stitches stars into a child's skin. Eden's voice wavers in and out, human and raw, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shouts words drowned by the snow's howl. The ground melts and refreezes in jagged spirals, obeying the fevered rhythm of my pulse.

I fell as blood pooled beneath me. Tharis caught me before I hit the ground. "Stay with me. Zyros, stay awake.” But the edges of my vision were already darkening. The arrow was not a usual one... "It's poisoned," Thorne said while kneeling beside me. He examined the arrow. "Can you save him?" Flair demanded. "I don’t know," Thorne admitted. I tried to speak but no words came out. Through the fading consciousness, I reached for the mate bond with Selvara but there was nothing. It was either the distance was too great or the poison was blocking it...or she was already dead.

Yet everybody I had met since leaving had been so sincere and helpful. A strong pain hit me and I whimpered. Gerwulf raised my arm and I saw that my veins had begun turning black and the wounds from the bite was now seeping a thick tar like substance. He placed a small pail underneath my hand as he continued holding onto my arm. "Venom," Gerwulf mumbled to himself as he watched my arm start to turn black. "It's how a vampire marked their meals and mates. Sort of like how a wolf scented their's."