Harry Osborn Venom Novels & Stories

The luxurious condo, once a symbol of our love, now resembled a tomb for our broken promises. The gentle radiance of the light only added to the haunting atmosphere, reflecting the devastating truth that was unfolding before me. Their blatant disregard for their surroundings only compounded the pain of betrayal that pierced my heart. My heart raced as my eyes widened in shock. Time seemed to slow down as I processed the heart-wrenching scene before me. Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me.

Hearing that, Gramson was about to punch the man, but before that, Gabriel pushed him aside and grabbed the man's throat. "Who gave you the courage to stay in the same house with her." That man's face turned purple as Gabriel tightened his grip. Suddenly, small snakes came from all around and clung to Gabriel's arms and all that bit Gabriel with their poisonous teeth. But strangely, on closer inspection, it has been seen that the venom penetrates the veins of Gabriel but it turned into blood before extending further.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Third-person POV The intelligence arrived from New York at eleven-seventeen on a Friday night. Maksim Orlov was plotting to court the daughter of Viktor Sorano. The gala. A calculated power-play. A clout-grab dressed up as romance. Enzo Valenti received this information with the urgency it deserved. He let out a slow breath, leaned back deeper into Dorian's leather armchair, and resumed sucking on a Twizzler. Black Panther played on across the flat-screen. He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me." "Oh, my dear," Venom said, moving closer with predatory grace, "the pleasure is entirely mine. I've been looking forward to this conversation for quite some time." As he gestured for her to follow him to a more private area of the room, Raven caught sight of Snake watching from the shadows, his expression hungry and vindictive. Other faces turned toward her—men she recognized from intelligence files, criminals whose names appeared on wanted posters, politicians who sold their souls for power and money.

Ryan had just replied to her message. Eden raised an eyebrow and quickly typed one word. Eden was about to reply when the lobby’s spotlight was turned on. The host took the stage with a mic, and Eden paused, putting her phone away. Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Alain and said, "The man just now is a Living Venom." "Living Venom?" Alain looked at her with a frown. Horace and Caelus also turned their attention to her. "He’s been bathed in all kinds of toxins since he was young," Eden explained, gazing meaningfully at Room Number Two through the window. "His body is literally poisonous. Just touching his blood can poison someone, and the types of toxins can vary."

Somehow hearing whatever that was made me dizzy. It was mocking me. Speaking without words. But I couldn’t be distracted. I dipped my hand into the pouch at my side. A special present I'd requested from Vann — black sap venom. It was meant for putting down beasts of burden that were too wild to be tamed. It was an extremely powerful poison, the kind that fed on rot and spread even better in decay. I popped the cork with my teeth and smudged the thick sludge across my claws. It burned my skin. Good. It would hurt the beast more.

Hellcat was using knives because she was practically perfect in using it just like Scar who was using knives too. Her nails are typically long and dangerous since it consist of ten different poisonous substance.....but she mostly use it on their victims. Though they all use guns too. Blaze was using the weightlift on his own. Venom was busy resting on a Massage table. Just then onyx came in breathing heavily... "Why are you just coming, Late comer!" Venom asked raising his head. "Gosh!" Onyx exclaimed. "Let him be vee, he's always late!" Blaze chirped in.

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.

The still shocked Zack just sat there wide and frowned as Rodin actually injected something into him and left him weak and drowsy. “I got it. That's all...I need. " Said Harry when Rodin had caught up beside him. “Check the hole… there must be ammunition there… and that hunter man. Kill him this instant. We don't need him anymore. The longer he lived the more dangerous he was, it seemed he was an explosive expert… or a gunsmith. Do it now. " Harry's orders to Rodin and via telepathy to one of the officers manning the underground detention cell.