Thunderbolts Agent Venom Novels & Stories

'I suppose this means I won't be at your wedding tomorrow. 'No. Unfortunately not. I’ll organise to have it live- streamed for you.' 'Nolan, did you get a good look at the guy who shot you?' I ask. 'Yeah. He looked like a mean bastard. Big, bulky, with dirty, scruffy hair, dark eyes and his neck was covered by a tattoo of a black web.' I look at Ace, terrified. 'Who is it?' Ace asks. 'Venom.' 'He was Red Back's second in command. Wasn't he?' Ace asks. I nod, and call Viper.

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.

"You...are very courageous," Bolt hissed through gritted teeth, his expression contorting fiercely upon hearing Frederick's words. Boom, boom, boom! The sound of rumbling thunder immediately exploded through the air. Bolt was thoroughly enraged. He wanted to destroy this place, to level it to the ground, and reduce everyone to ashes to vent his anger. "Thunder Dragon! "Thunder Sea! "One Billion Volts! "Thunder's Wrath! "Ragnarok!" Bolt unleashed all the ultimate skills he had learned, stacking various powerful moves wildly. Around him, the surroundings turned chaotic.

He grunted every now and then and took a sip of his drink, his thoughts wavering far into space. Venom insisted that they came here for unknown reasons; and Raven had accepted not because he wanted to but because he knew Raven had the favour of the Scorpion Mafia family. A minute later, a cough could be heard from one of the guys. “I'm exhausted, man. I feel like I need a break,” he said. Venom darted his head to his direction, the grip on the glass of whiskey in his hands intensifying. “I don't recognise you, but I did notice you look alot like Soldier Jackson. Are you both related?“

he stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Venom tsked as he look at Valerian, "You better make my daughter happy, and you better love her for eternity. If you make her cry and hurt her in anyway, I'm gonna assassinate you. Is that clear?" He immediately nodded his head, "Don't worry, I will take care of her and protect her and love her for eternity." Veron glare at Venom, "Why are you threatening my son? You should also say something on your daughter." Venom glared back then he pointed at his daughter, Zelia who was smiling sweetly at them, "So you think my daughter would hurt him in anyway? Huh?" He look at Zelia who was smiling sweetly at them, like she's an angel that descend on the heaven. He shook his head, "No, she's too kind

Every mirror in the house began to fire beams of light in a chaotic, hypnotic pattern. From the Grand Hall, she heard the screams. Not of pain, but of total sensory overload. The mercenaries were blinded, their tactical goggles useless against the high-frequency strobe. Elena didn't wait. She headed back toward the hall, but as she turned the corner, a hand clamped over her mouth. She was slammed against the wall, the cold stone biting into her spine. "Found you," a voice hissed. It wasn't a mercenary. It was Thorne. He looked disheveled, his expensive suit torn, his eyes wild with a manic, desperate greed. He held a syringe filled with a familiar violet fluid.

She sliced several hands and arms cleanly, along with a few necks, using her two Katanas. Violet was focused on hitting agents in the head and other exposed critical areas. However, it was difficult to kill agents who were in full armor. They were bulletproof, just like Victor. But Victor stood out among all the armored agents; he was bulky. She gasped and pressed her lips together, focusing on her target. She couldn't afford to lose anything this time, even though her chest felt heavy.

His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions. Venom was also usually quiet but he became louder and louder with each drink of ale, laughing raucously with Leech. Venom had mocha-coloured skin and eyes with thick dark curly hair. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes held a lot of mischief and he kept looking up at the treetops. Cory knew hiding from high vantage points from which he could rain down his poison darts was his signature move in battle. Cory turned her eyes back to Hayden who looked like he was contemplating something deeply.

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