Flash Thompson As Venom Novels & Stories

“—when I ran test on her blood and the venom, I realized that it had somehow mutated genetic—retroviral ones, cross-spliced with active lupine genomes.” His brows dipped. “English, Ashina.” I glared at him. That had been his line—back when I’d ramble about my lab work. He didn’t understand a thing but he wanted to. A tiny shard of nostalgia wedged itself into my ribs. Kael’s eyes flashed like the memory hit him too. I shoved both the nostalgia and that look aside. “It’s engineered,” I said. “The venom in the bite was altered.” Kael swore under his breath as something like recognition flickered behind his expression, and immediately pulled his phone out and began typing furiously, his jaw loc

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."

My colleague, Gary Thompson, kept trying to persuade me to do the dialysis, but I just smiled, took the potent painkiller from his hand, and swallowed it. As a doctor, I knew that once the snake venom spread, not even a miracle could save me. I had at most two days left. I headed to the VIP ward and pushed the door open. A glass of water came flying at me. My mother, Helena Powell, was the one who threw it. "How dare you come back?" she barked.

I never thought I would witness it myself. ***I found something I need you to examine for me.*** “Come on, Dr. Thompson is meeting us at Brigid’s house,” I spoke through clenched teeth. At any moment, if I dared to open my mouth all the way, I was afraid I would throw up. My mate had been drugged, contaminated. Bile and blood boiled inside of me. I was thirsty for Hodges’s blood to be spilled. One way or another, his head would roll for his crime against his Luna, my precious flower.

I nod, and call Viper. 'Do we know who did it?' Viper asks. 'Venom. Nolan has just described Venom. With the same web tattoo on his neck.' 'I'm going to text a photo to you. Show Nolan. Ask if this is him.' I receive a photo of Venom leaning against a fence smoking a cigarette. I show Nolan and his eyes go wide. 'Yes. That's him.' I call Viper. ‘Nolan says that’s definitely him.’ 'Not good, Zuri-doll. When do you leave for New Zealand?'

Without realizing it she was releasing something that Vladimir suddenly jolted at. Vladimir has to move very quickly and immediately went closer to Ashlyn but the movement of his beloved was totally the same as his. It was made even more difficult to get close to Ashlyn to snap her from losing control. It was affecting the venom running wild within her. He could feel it since it was his venom. He even clicked his tongue out of frustration because Ashlyn was opening something within her that she didn’t realize. It was triggering the venom that Vladimir shared with her due to the wounds that she received from the fallen rogue before. It was the only way to heal her up quickly.

The pack milled around, tending wounds, their glances at me a mix of relief and wariness— I was the spark for this raid, tying me tighter to them, for better or worse. 'Venom,' I whispered, voice trembling as another wave hit, making my clit ache. 'Burns... makes me want...' Shame flooded me, but Thorne's expression softened, understanding flashing. 'Omega fire. It'll pass, but I need to draw it out.' He lifted my arm gently, his touch sending sparks through the pain. Without a word, he brought the wound to his mouth, tongue lapping at the cut— slow, deliberate. The sensation was electric, his warm mouth sucking the tainted blood, venom mixing with his saliva. Pleasure bloomed, overriding th

and threw him in Venom's direction, the underling fell right under venom's clutch. The moment he came in contact with Venom, Osman's underling gave out a loud scream and dried up immediately. "Noooooooo" Osman screamed as he watched the gory sight in front of him. "Damn you Swift." He cursed aloud. "Damn you Osman." He cursed back at Osman before he turned to Venom. "I fulfilled your wish, I hope you can go ahead now." He bowed his head one more paying his last respect. Venom took one last breath and have up the ghost. Swift threw his hands in the air, he had won, the watching crowd roared. Venom's body and his companion's were immediately set ablaze.

“You mean he’s dosing humans in Bleeding dens? For profit?” His voice cracked like a whip, and Lukeman’s shoulders curled inward. He was right, of course. Strigoi venom wasn’t just powerful—it was bliss incarnate for humans. One bite and they were high for days. No chemical could touch it. That’s how we got our thralls—they came to us. Willing. Desperate. Addicted to the taste of ecstasy only our bite could deliver. But this? Vincent wasn’t in it to feed a few junkies in shadowed alleys.

​I buried myself as deeply as humanly possible, snapping my hips forward in one final, definitive plunge as Aero’s triumphant howl echoed loudly inside my mind. ​At the exact same moment, I opened my mouth wide and sank my Alpha fangs deep into her slender neck. Right over the faint scar of our old bite mark. ​Sink! ​"Ahhhhhhh!" Thalia screamed a long, breathless cry as my fangs pierced her skin, injecting my Alpha venom directly into her rushing bloodstream. ​Simultaneously, my length violently pulsed, gushing thick, hot waves of my seed straight into her womb, filling her entirely with the mark of my absolute ownership. Thalia’s body went completely rigid, vibrating intensely for several s