Thunderbolts Agent Venom Novels & Stories

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The men turned, their expressions shifting from amusement to confusion as they recognized the figure standing in the doorway. “Boss?” one of them said, a hint of fear creeping into his voice. “What are you doing here?” Without answering, Chase lunged forward, his fists flying. The first man barely had time to react before Chase’s punch connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the ground. The others scrambled to their feet, but Chase was a whirlwind of fury, his body moving on instinct as he took them down one by one. “You think this is a joke?” he shouted, his voice hoarse with rage. “You think you can just mess up and walk away unscathed? You had one job!”

"It’s a localized coagulant neurotoxin. Arthur Vance’s old research from the Oakhaven facility. They’re coating the rounds, Vulture. Even a graze will freeze the lungs in twenty minutes if we don't counter it." "Can you neutralize it?" Kaelen’s voice came from the open doorway. The leader of the Strays stepped into the room, his winter-sky eyes tracking the dark fluid in the syringe. His face was a mask of cold fury, his knuckles raw and bleeding from his own close-quarters skirmish on the ridge.

That number was quite significant. "No wonder the old geezer in the camp wants to kill you," Victor said, teasing Anna, but didn't outright agree or refuse. Whether he would destroy those mechs or not would depend on his mood. "Extreme Thunder Blast!" Extreme Thunder Blast was perfect for a dense swarm of mechs like this. Not unleashing it would be a disservice to the skill. An orb of light shot out from the tip of Victor's sword. The mechs, which were less than 600 meters away from Victor, had no idea what the light orb was.

He seemed to be drugged. “I injected him with some of my venom, just enough to keep him compliant.” Petrov sniggered, “Works even better than wolfsbane.” “Venom?” Sal questioned. “I would show you, but I don’t think you’ll survive.” Petrov smiled a sharp toothed grin at Sal. “Constantin.” I touched the metal bars and tore my hands away, the silver burned red welts into my skin. “Shit!” “I wasn’t going to take any chances with him.” Petrov clicked his fingers at the unfocused man. “Hey, big guy. You’ve got visitors.”

“A boy died in front of me because I didn't know which crop to burn.” “He died because he failed to kill you,” I corrected. That night, sleep evaded her. I felt it through the bond as I paced the war chamber. She stood at her basin, scrubbing her hands again and again though no blood touched them. The images replayed in her mind—poisoned wine, the girl’s sobs, my face when I gave the order. Her distress clawed at me, feeding my storm. **** “The venom is Nightshade-root, prepared through a science chemical process,” Beta Thorne said, dropping an iron vial onto the war room table.

"It's the Silver Thorn..." "Correct," Cattleya said coldly. She didn't kill them. Instead, she reached into her satchel and pulled out two brass ampoules of the calcifying derivative”the exact same agent she had given to Dr. Vane. She loaded them into her high-pressure pneumatic bone-injection syringe. Before the Guards could raise their weapons, Cattleya blurred across the cobblestones. She drove the syringe needle straight into the central hydraulic distribution manifold on the lead Guard's chest plate, discharging the compound directly into the pressurized steam lines that fed the squad's synchronized armor network.

He tackled Vane into the steaming water, the two of them disappearing into a cloud of violet vapor. Vane was stronger than he looked. The mercury-mask wasn't just for breathing; it was a neural-link to the Thorne-17’s core. He swung a metallic fist, catching Dante in the ribs with the force of a hydraulic press. "You’re a 'Dormant' failure, Thorne!" Vane roared, his voice distorted. "You lost your wolf! You lost your Spire! You’re just a Scrapper playing at being a hero!" Dante spat blood into the water, his eyes fixed on the cocoon. "I’m the man who’s going to put you in the ground, Vane. No price tag this time."

The powerful shockwave was enough to make Harvey squint his eyes. Thunderblasts! Thunderblasts were tied to the bolts. These were not just ordinary weapons, but specialized weapons designed to kill True Warriors. All he could say was that they were out to kill him. In this moment, Harvey did not hold back and casually picked up some rocks from the ground and threw them toward the truck. Thud! Thud! Thud! The three men-in-black who pulled the triggers of their crossbows shuddered and fell from the roof of the truck.

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.