Flash Thompson As Venom Novels & Stories

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.

"As for that poisonous smoke, it was the medium to trigger the Soultrap Venom. I know that, as a martial arts practitioner, you can block off this kind of poisonous smoke. However, even if you can, it doesn't mean that they will also be able to do the same. "As soon as one of them breathed the poisonous smoke in, it would immediately trigger the effects of the Soultrap Venom on them. The Soultrap Venom would immediately seep into the pores of anyone who was in contact with the women and thus enter the bloodstream. "So, brat, your death is drawing near. But don't worry. When I've captured you and shattered every single bone in your body, I'll make sure to pay good attention to your friends. "

Hunter was already naked, cock thick and hard, veins pulsing with need. I reached out to grab him, licking up the length before wrapping my lips around the head. He hissed, fingers digging into my scalp as I sucked him in deeper, letting my tongue swirl and tease. Behind me, Hayden lined himself up, his tip brushing against my entrance. “You’re dripping, baby,” he said with a satisfied grunt. And then he pushed in. I cried out around Hunter’s cock, the stretch burning in the best way. Hayden didn’t wait. He started thrusting hard, deep, rocking me forward so that I was taking Hunter even further into my throat.

"My father, Thomas Pemberton, never colluded with vampires. The so-called bloodstone evidence was planted in Pemberton territory's warehouses from the outside." "Vivienne Holloway directed Mira to lace my food with silver powder. The silver powder came from the vampire black market — purchased by Cain Thorne himself." I finished and opened my palm, facing the entire square. Clean. Not a single burn. Dead silence. Alaric's voice broke it. "Cain Thorne. Your turn." Cain walked to the center of the trial platform. He stood before the stone, hand hovering in midair. One second. Two. Three.

"It was about creating power. Creating weapons. Creating the ability to commit genocide. And that's not salvation. That's damnation." He looked directly at Archer. "I've been with the Vigil for twelve years," Thompson continued. "I've done things that I'm not proud of. Things that I knew were wrong even as I was doing them. But when they started extracting her blood, when I started seeing what they were doing to her, when I started feeling her terror through the supernatural connection, something broke inside me." He paused.

The man with the cigarette. A sound tore from my throat.It was him. He was real.The cloth came down over my nose and mouth I tried to fight back but I couldn’t. The sweet, chemical smell filled my head. It burned. My lungs fought it. My vision started to spin. The big man's face above me got blurry. The alley walls melted together. But those ice-blue eyes in the darkness of the van… they stayed clear. They watched me. They didn't blink. They didn't look away.

He was building for his own climax and breathing hard with need. “Bastetia…” He breathed harshly. “…you are my beloved and my soulmate.” He sank his fangs into her neck just as she cried out in climatic pleasure. It suddenly turned to a blood curdling scream of pain as his venom burned through her. She felt it envelope her heart and she thought in the instant that she was going to die, but as her body shuddered in ecstasy at the same time the pain mixed with the pleasure and suddenly she was overcome by another orgasmic bout of need as she cried out again in pleasure that was beyond words as Ruben’s venom burning within her turned euphoric.

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.

He forced the Red Viper's venom from his mouth into hers, making sure she swallowed every drop. The moment the liquid hit her throat, Aubrey’s body went rigid. She let out a muffled scream against his lips and then unleashed a kick so powerful it sent Travis flying back into the wall. Travis hit the stone with a sickening crack. He fell to his knees, coughing violently. He spat out the remains of the venom, his own mouth starting to go numb from the contact.

Every mirror in the house began to fire beams of light in a chaotic, hypnotic pattern. From the Grand Hall, she heard the screams. Not of pain, but of total sensory overload. The mercenaries were blinded, their tactical goggles useless against the high-frequency strobe. Elena didn't wait. She headed back toward the hall, but as she turned the corner, a hand clamped over her mouth. She was slammed against the wall, the cold stone biting into her spine. "Found you," a voice hissed. It wasn't a mercenary. It was Thorne. He looked disheveled, his expensive suit torn, his eyes wild with a manic, desperate greed. He held a syringe filled with a familiar violet fluid.