Venom Brock Novels & Stories

Even distracted as Brock had been by the unexpected movements from Bloodrayne, he had been able to push Dinka out of the way of most of whatever had been thrown at her, while still dodging the direct attack. Brock was taking her father’s blood after all, and after his injuries last time, just days ago, from her rabid wolf, he had taken a lot. No one in the allied force was stronger than Brock. The injured Bloodrayne wolf staggered back and fell to the ground. He shifted to human form, and his body curled into a near fetal position, spasming as the shifter drew his last breath. Marian, through Brock’s eyes, stared. Brock snarled at Tobias as his wolf bared its teeth, “What did you give your m

“The Brood is coming!” In an instant, we were ringed by a B-class horde. “Now let’s see how you manage, you meddling bastard…” “Don’t let her go!” I ordered my wolf as she bolted for the trees. She dove into the swarm, and those filthy bugs crashed over us. Venom flashbacks clawed at my mind. These weren’t as lethal, but in numbers they could still kill you. “Griffith, watch it!” My wolf howled, furious, as stingers raked his back.

Charlotte I wake up to the smell of mildew and motor oil. My head is pounding, a dull throb that pulses behind my eyes with every heartbeat. My mouth tastes like copper, blood, I realize distantly. I must have bitten my tongue when they knocked me out. When they knocked me out. The memory comes flooding back, the bar, seeing Larry with Kevin and the scarred man, running through the rain, being dragged into the alley, the chemical-soaked cloth pressed over my face until everything went black.

"VPN. Multiple proxies. Encrypted. Whoever uploaded this knew what they were doing. Knew how to hide their location. This isn't Brock working alone. He has help." The video continued. Brock sat back down. Calmer now. More controlled. "Jessica taught me something. She taught me patience. She taught me that the best revenge isn't quick. Isn't violent. It's slow. Methodical. It's taking everything from someone piece by piece until they have nothing left but regret."

He approached us with a strange expression, his eyes full of suspicion, fixed on Troy. Zephyr and I gave him the customary thanks, but he didn't move on. "Brock is missing," he said flatly, arms akimbo. "Missing?" Zephyr frowned. So did I. "Yes." "Alpha Victor, I left him with you and the PaleMoon brothers," Zephyr pointed out. "Yes." The Alpha nodded. "And the brothers left after we'd discussed his penalty. Brock claimed he was going to get a drink, maybe take a walk. I didn't think anything of it until I noticed he was gone. He never returned."

It was just him and Brock. Brock!! Was Brock his brother, the one who punched him? Bron felt a sense of being betrayed at that, but more than that, he was raging. He immediately looked around, expecting to see his massive brother. "Brock!" he yelled, his mouth already tasting like copper. There was no answer. Bron blinked, trying to clear his head, and looked toward the hallway. Brock was on the floor. The giant man was slumped awkwardly against the wall, his eyes rolled back, completely unconscious. Someone had taken him out so fast and so quietly that Bron hadn't heard a single thing over his own yelling.

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”

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Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

The bars were still there, cold and immovable — but the opening was enough for air, enough for me to see more. The courtyard below was a massacre. Wolves lay broken on the ground, their blood painting the stones black in the moonlight. Brock was at the center of it, massive and brutal in his Lycan form — taller than the others, fur dark as night, eyes blazing like molten fire. He ripped through rogues with terrifying grace, each movement a promise of death. I couldn’t look away. He was monstrous. Beautiful. Terrifying. Then, out of the corner of my eye, movement — a rogue slipping past the chaos, scaling the wall toward my window. My heart seized.