Spider Man Animated Series Venom Novels & Stories

Still nothing. No venom rising in my throat like before. No bitterness twisting in my gut. The man on the screen is a stranger now, a pathetic shadow of the one who once held my heart and crushed it in front of cameras. He’s not the villain in my story anymore. He’s just… over. The closure isn’t in his tears or the cuffs or the viral humiliation. It’s here. In this room. In Sandra’s breath against my skin. In the way I can finally let him go without a second thought.

Did one of the slaves try to poison it or something? Can Vampires even be poisoned? "Khloe." I sat up straighter at the sound of my name. Turning my head up a bit, I spoke. "Yes, Master?" My eyes widened a bit as he held the fork in front of my face. "Try this and tell me if it tastes weird to you." He wanted me to try some of his meal? I haven't seen any of the other pets do that. What if it really is poisoned? Regardless of that, I obeyed.

When he finally did come in, he did not look happy. “Anybody know about spiders?” “They have too many damned eyes, too many damned legs and are creepy as fuck.” Spider answered. There were some chuckles around the room. The man who could beat Danny Trejo at a Danny Trejo lookalike contest, was terrified of spiders. As a prospect, he had screamed the walls down when he spotted one. Naturally, he was named Spider. “Anybody else?” “I know someone.” Dino said as he looked over at Werewolf. The older man nodded slightly.

They loved dark, warm environments, and their bites could cause convulsions at best, immediate death at worst. Paula eagerly opened the final box and looked inside. Just as expected, there was nothing there either. She got so angry that she threw the box directly at me, and I jumped in fright. After all, that box contained a venomous spider! I frantically looked around and panicked. Meanwhile, Paula pointed at me and cursed, "It's your fault we came up empty! You jinxed us!" I glanced up to answer her when I froze. The Black Widow was creeping across the back of Paula's hand with its fangs bared.

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.

A massive, mutated spider the size of a dinner plate had dropped from the ceiling onto Valen’s shoulder. I couldn't swing. I was too far away. "No!" I yelled. Valen didn't scream. He looked at the spider. The spider raised its fangs, dripping with black venom. Valen’s eyes flared gold. He didn't pull. He pushed. He opened his mouth and bit the air in front of him. CRUNCH. A sound like a thunderclap inside a jar. The spider didn't explode. It imploded. It crumpled inward, as if a giant invisible hand had crushed it into a singularity. Then, a stream of blue light shot from the crushed carcass into Valen’s mouth.

We’re in a deadly situation right now and fear for our babies’ lives. 'You can have your scrawny Snakes back, in exchange for her,' the leader says, pointing his knife at me. Everyone looks at me, then glares at Venom. His voice is so familiar. 'Fuck off, Venom! You aren’t going to lay a finger on Zurielle,' Viper yells. The Spider next to him steps forward, laughing, and pulls his hood down, revealing his face. It's Venom. We gasp, confused. 'If that's Venom, who the fuck are you?' Viper yells at the leader.

"That was never outsourced." From the shaded top of the steps, Leander is watching both of us with his arms crossed and the particular expression of a man who has decided that commentary is more interesting than assistance. "Seraphicent," he calls down pleasantly. "You are thirty years old," I call back, still climbing, "and you are still calling your sister a villain name." "A very accurate villain name." "Bring up the spiders and I will name you specifically in my first interview as a married woman." He grins. "You cannot call arachnophobia irrational and expect —"