Novel & Cerita Flash Thompson As Venom

Luke was busy being in his own world of pain to care. Outside, the sun bathed Holly in its warm glow. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was just about to text Yoel her address when a sharp pain shot through her scalp. Out of nowhere, Holly was yanked by her hair and slammed to the ground. Stunned, she barely had time to look up before she got slapped in the face. Then came the venomous tirade from a voice she knew all too well. "You whore, have you no shame? Luke's dumped you, and here you are, still trying to latch onto him.

his sister suddenly mumbled, her head lowered. Venom turned to look at her, then I saw it. Right there on his neck, was the same tattoo I'd seen on Keegan and Andrea. I knew it at once. He was a shadow assassin.

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

“You're crazy“ Jameson spat out. “You keep on making delusions that Finn cheated in his last match but he didn't“ The way Jameson protected his partner, I didn't even need to read his mind to know that he had no idea Finn had cheated earlier by using poison. “What a shame“ I muttered, letting go off Jameson's collar as I exited the ring. The next match was between Phreta of the coyote district and Sheena of the vampire district. After that, the last four; Finn, I, Gayla and whosover won between Sheena and Phreta would battle in the ring together until there was a last man standing. Moving towards the paramedics that were treating Pliar, I asked. “How's my brother?“ “Not good“ One of them rep

​We all spun toward the open doorway. ​Standing in the shadows of the corridor was Commander Thorne. Zara’s father. He was a massive, heavily scarred wolf, wearing the thick black armor of the Vanguard. But his eyes were not the amber or yellow of a Lycan. They were glowing a sickly, unnatural, luminescent crimson. He smelled of rotting earth and dried blood. ​He had become a Vampire Thrall. He had traded his wolf for dark magic. ​He didn't come alone. From the shadows behind him stepped five elite Shadow-walkers, their red-steel blades drawn and dripping with fresh blood from the guards they had silently slaughtered in the hall.

There were two questions he had to ask himself, why did the guy look exactly like Thorne, no difference except for being tidy, he had to have been using some kind of magic or something and how was he able to get past security and sneak himself into the most secure home in the werewolf realm? The timer made a ding sound beside him jolting him out of his thoughts as he dropped the syringe to the ground subconsciously. Raphael went to the cabinet hanging on the wall and took out a jar, he removed the lid and went to Thorne. Taking just a teaspoon out of it, he forced the spoon into Thorne's tightly shut lips and emptied the liquid into his mouth, then he used his thumb and index finger to hold

"Damn it, Evander, look at me! Your life depends on this. Open your goddamn mouth!" Using my thumb, I forcefully pried his jaw down, breaking the rigid, paralytic lock holding his muscles hostage. I carefully but aggressively poured the bubbling, crimson anti-venom straight down his throat, roughly massaging the thick column of his neck to force his involuntary swallowing reflex to kick in. "Come on," I whispered, my silver eyes wide, completely locked onto his pale, sunken face. "Fight it. You built the Blood Moon bloodline to be unbreakable. Prove it."

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

"Shadowthorn essence and Whisperwind Venom, two of the most deadly venoms." "Huh," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked at Dr. Halt with brokenness etched across my features. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, and it seemed like the world around us had come crashing down. In that moment, I saw a shift in Dr. Halt's demeanor. Her gaze softened, and she began to treat me not as just a patient, but as if I were her own sister. "Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis."

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.