Thunderbolts Agent Venom Novels & Stories

He has been suppressing the murderous spirit in his heart when he was around his young girl, but now that he is in front of the ones that dared to abduct his treasure, Samel could not even be bothered to show mercy as he stomped hard and Venom’s shrieking voice echoed across the forest. Venom only felt the bones on his right thigh cracking and breaking like a rickety old wood under the force of that stomp. The pain almost caused his eyes to roll back on his head, but the chronic poison attack on his body did not allow him to faint which is just pure torture. He could only scream like a pig being slaughtered as another stomp came down and shattered the bones on his left thigh. “C-Captain p-pl

Charlotte gulps and looks at Theo’s terrified face and Azraiel’s scared one. “What is it?” Charlotte asks Katya as she stands up, grateful for Azraiel’s arms around her. Katya looks at Azraiel and then at Charlotte. “It-It’s Wolfsbane.”

The image switched to a detailed toxicology report. "And this is the analysis of the toxins extracted from the bomb's residue. Blood Thistle, unique to the Thorne Pack, was mixed with a neuro-corrosive agent only available on the black market." "This poison doesn't just kill. It causes irreversible genetic collapse. You weren't just trying to kill me, Rosalind. You were trying to shatter the Blackwood Pack from within so your family could absorb the pieces." I turned to the trembling rogue leader. "Kane. Tell the elders. Who supplied you with this substance? A Class-A forbidden toxin."

The same scar from the venom he gave me weeks ago. I suddenly jolted, feeling a surge of electricity envelope me, and I pulled away. I felt the heat and tingle in my loins again, and I could feel my eyes glow. Theo must have realised his slip of hands, as I saw a mixture of lust and fear in his eyes when they met mine. "Erm, Ellie..." He tried to back away, but I held him firmly, pinning him to the seat. I was fully possessed by the effects of the venom, and I felt pure lust. I grinned wickedly and stared at him in pure lust.

I launch myself from the blind spot, the glass shard aimed for the narrow gap in his neck armor. He’s fast, moving with a speed beyond anything human. He catches my wrist mid-air, his grip a steel vice that grinds the bone. "The resonance is even higher than the telemetry suggested," he says. The voice isn't a guard’s. It’s rhythmic, melodic, and entirely devoid of heat. Looking into the visor, I see a pair of synthetic, glowing blue eyes staring back. Thorne’s hand tightens on my arm, his fingers finding the pulse point where the silver threads are most violent.

They had spent their lives bullying starving scavengers; they had never gone to war with the Ministry of Information. Torque stopped ten feet from Ren. The cyborg raised his massive hydraulic claw and pointed it at the burning wreckage outside the walls. "You know what that is?" Torque growled, his voice box crackling with static. "It's a Vulture-class stealth bomber," Ren replied, his voice calm, entirely devoid of the fear the gang leader was used to seeing. "It costs roughly forty million credits to manufacture. It carries a payload capable of vaporizing this entire city block."

He said within himself. Swift had another special gift apart from his speed. He could read minds as well as long as he was staring into anyone eyes, he could tell what they were thinking. Venom suddenly stopped on his tracks, the Chong poison has arrived at his heart and was eating it. He groaned as he spat out blood. He knew he was already at his limits, he had fought a good fight and now was time was him to laid down his weapon. "Venom as our parting gift, I think I should be generous to you." Swift dragged one of Osman's underlings, the crowd grasped. Swift walked towards Venom an halted about eight steps away from him.

I asked, taking a bite of syrup-drenched waffles. “He sent Booker,” Carter replies. I choke on my pancake. “He is just as bad as Ajax,” I gasp after expelling the food from my airway. Booker Kimble, codename: Veles. He is a taciturn weapons expert tactician with a blood kink. He reminds me of C.H.A.O.S.’s hellhound, Ransom. They both have adorable boyish faces with big blue eyes and thick lashes, but they are deadly like slow loris. You want to cuddle them because they’re so cute, but they are poisonous and will kill you.

Behind us, the flames crackled, devouring everything in their path. Unknown P.O.V Sitting inside the car, far from the dork ,the man ran his thumb on the remote while the dork almost went into flame . “Job is done boss.” a sinister smile spread on the man’s face as he saw the group of agents piled out of the port like wet rats. “This is going to be fun playing this game.” Using his index and middle finger he made a gun and made a banging gesture with his fingers at vehicles , driving out. “Check and mate”

I looked around, at the fluid that was being passed through my veins, at the heavily-antiseptic smelling room. His gaze hardened at my question, and his jaw twitched, as he threw his head to the side. “You were poisoned, Mi Cara,” he gritted through his teeth, “right under my nose.” “And look,” he rose to his feet then, gesturing to the center of the room, “we have the perpetrator.” I gasped as my eyes fell upon the brown-haired, young-looking man with a yakuza-type tattoo on his neck, noticing him for the first time since the lights came on, and my eyes adjusted.