Thunderbolts Agent Venom Novels & Stories

With blinding speed, I reached into the specialized leather bandolier strapped across my chest. My fingers curled around two long, perfectly balanced throwing darts. The razor-sharp steel tips had been thoroughly saturated in a highly concentrated, paralyzing neurotoxin—a lethal cocktail derived directly from the rare nightshade and aconite variants I had cultivated in my private greenhouse. I didn’t waste a single second. Thwip. Thwip. The poisoned steel sliced silently through the driving rain. They embedded themselves flawlessly into the millimeter of exposed flesh at the base of the sentries' necks.

“They are hitting the South Beach! Heavy armor!” Above ground, the storm was apocalyptic. Freezing rain whipped across the rocky shores as three Vanguard stealth boats slammed onto the sand. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries poured out, their laser sights cutting through the dark. Julian Thorne did not wait for them to find cover. Standing atop the concrete embankment, Julian unleashed absolute hell. The billionaire CEO moved like an apex predator, his shotgun roaring. Every trigger pull was a devastating, calculated execution. He didn't flinch as armor-piercing rounds shattered the concrete barricades around him. Beside him, Marcus and the elite Thorne guards laid down a suffocating wall

The artificial intelligence, running constantly in the background of her biometric sensors, immediately dumped its real-time blood analysis straight into the doctor's tablet. Lines of green code rapidly scrolled across the tablet screen. *Toxin Identified: Synthesized Wolfsbane Variant 4. Hemlock base. Paralytic.* *Calculating Counter-Agent.* *Match Found: Epinephrine. Atropine. High-yield adrenaline.* "Got it," Evans gasped. He reached into his trauma kit, pulling out a terrifyingly long, thick steel needle. He snapped three different glass vials, drawing clear and red liquids into the massive plastic barrel.

Blaze said to the pods as others watched sideways. "690056" "Copy that!" "He's asleep already, don't waist time. Roberto is almost there!" Vixen added as Venom inputed the pin. The door opened effortlessly and they scooped into the room. They met hellcat with the briefcase already. "How is he unconscious while you weren't!" Venom asked. "Not like you don't know that she's immune to some certain poison's!" Blaze replied and venom furrowed his brows. "I didn't ask you brazzier!"

he shook his head, "This could still be a random attack. Could even be a vigilante vampire who overheard and decided he could take you." "He still escaped, Jake," Izzie sighed, "If you are right and it was a vigilante that didn't tell anyone else, then hell sure as hell be going to tell them now." "He won't get far," Jake assured her, "I had jelly beans already loaded, silver nitrate will be coursing around his system now, he won't get far before it hits his heart." Jelly beans were a sort of ammunition they used. They were small silver balls, that were filled with silver nitrate. They were designed to pop a few seconds after an impact, releasing the silver nitrate into the system.

"I've already won. My team is safe. That's all that matters." The leader pulled the trigger, and Venom felt a searing pain in his chest. He stumbled back, his vision blurring. "You...you'll pay for this," Venom gasped, his voice barely audible, he dug into his jacket pocket that was lying on the ground with the last shred of his consciousness. He smiled as he brought out a small egg-shaped device and threw it toward the group. They didn't notice it being too consumed with watching his blood draining from his body…until it exploded in their midst. Blood, bone, fur and metal rained down over him.

"Explain." "Water balloon," Dante says, crossing the room with the ease of someone who believes he is about to be forgiven. "We could not find actual balloons anywhere in the villa, so we went through your desk drawer, found one, filled it with water, and rigged it above the door frame to drop on Matteo when he came in." I absorb this. Matteo Ferraro. Our Enforcer. The man who resolves situations before I even become aware they exist, who has never once given me a reason to question his capability, who is arguably the most useful person currently on my payroll.

confirmed Zephyr. The Thunderbolt Snake is a common ingredient in many medicinal pills, so Zephyr was familiar with its habits. He was sure the Thunderbolt Snake would be no match for his Thunderfoot that was imbued with Electrical powers. Therefore, he knew that this quest was nothing too difficult for him. He left Supreme Peak after accepting the quest. He planned to maximize each second to the fullest during these two months.

His quartet were all Birthright rank individuals—in fact, Thunder himself had just completed Birthright rank. But to chase one of them that far, even terrorizing Bolt enough to make him scream 'freaky', that woman had to be something else. "If you're chased, that means the explosives—" "She found me even before I planted them!" Bolt yelled in frustration. "She's dressed in all white, and she seemed to see through me right away, demanding I hand over the explosives." "Just calm down. I'm coming for you," Thunder replied as he rappelled down the skyscraper.

He wore a scaled-down tactical vest over a grey tunic, his knees scuffed with mud, his black hair tied back in a messy knot that mirrored his father’s. He didn't have a weapon. He didn't need one. The drone banked hard, diving toward him, firing a stun bolt. Valen didn't dodge. He stood his ground, planting his boots in the moss. He raised a small hand. SNAP. The air around him warped. It wasn't the violet shield of the royal line. It was something else, a ripple of distortion, like heat rising off asphalt. The thunderbolt hit the ripple and vanished. It didn't bounce off; it was consumed.