Venom Brock Novels & Stories

"We were prepared to peacefully welcome this lost soul as a descendant of our people. But no! He showed his basic human nature and immediately began attacking the men we sent to escort him to the castle, Killing dozens!" "I don't remember it being that many... Definitely a dozen but plural seems pr- HURK! AGH! Your mother should've swallowed you!" "Will you shut the fuck up!" "That's what I said when I stuffed my dick in your mother's mout- URGH!" "SILENCE!" Brock roared quickly turning his back to the proxy stone and approaching the guards who were standing over Christopher and whispering into their ears. "Either find a way to silence him or I will silence you forever!" He hissed through gr

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.

Bacchus grimly explains. So an Olympus Gang descendant killed Shadow and his wife. JD needs to know this. Yosef said to himself. I wonder what happened to that killer… I have to ask Renzo-hyung about it. He might know something. “Then?” Yosef asks Bacchus to continue. “Ever since Boss knew about that, his blood boils over on any Dark Knight agent. Probably one of the reasons he’s hunting Black Dragon too.” Bacchus said. “Is it true that Hercules’ skills are the same with Black Dragon?” Yosef asks.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

“For what?” Brock’s eyes flicker to mine, then back down to the table in front of him. “Breeding.” “Oh, what the fuck,” I spit, shoving back in my chair as my wolf surges forward with a growl. “That’s fucking sick.” “Tell me about it,” Brock grumbles. Theo snatches the paper from Jax, staring down at it angrily. “We’re gonna get him. That bastard is gonna pay for what he’s done.”

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

It made them very worried that I was involved in the attack. “Hmm… was there anything else mentioned in the news?” I asked enthusiastically. Edwin looked at me with a slightly confused face. He must have found it strange because I'm not usually interested in the news like that. I immediately added my question. “My brother asked me about this too. I don't want to sound like I missed out on the info and was being toyed with by him." "Oh yeah, you have an older brother, don't you? How is he going?" Teresa asked. I said that my brother is fine. I continued to repeat my question to them. With an exciting face, Edwin told about the news he had heard. “Currently the authorities are saying that two

I know I would think my dad was full of shit if he had to try and give me advice on how I should be. But if Creed isn’t advised well, it could all go wrong - he could end up being the death of the pack. The Volkov temper isn’t just a joke we used to make about Kon and Nikolai, it really does exist as a form of bloodlust. Our family curse, so to speak. Before we can say anything else, the screen lights up again and shows the dungeon Kai and Creed are being kept in. The young Volkov is covered in blood and healing wounds, while Kai is unharmed.

When Brock got onto the highway and started accelerating I yelled inhumanely for Nick to floor it. "I'm not going to get myself pulled over for your love life!" Narrowing my eyes at him and seeing Brock's bumper a ways ahead of us I growled threatenly. "Haul ass! I will pay for any ticket you may get!" Swallowing uncomfortably, Nick pressed more against the gas. "You do realize that Brock Johnson is a warlock, right, and can use magic?" I gave him a bland glance as I listened. "I think that I saw them put Raija in the back of his car and she didn't look alive," I asserted. Nick was glancing over at me like I was nuts.

Furious, Eden got up and bit Tim's hand. Tim let go of the ball and broke into a wail. Brock immediately stopped looking at his phone. He saw Tim's hand with two rows of bite marks and turned mad, "Brat, I will beat you to death!" He reached out his hand to grab Eden. Unexpectedly, another man came abd caught Brock's wrist. Twisting it, Dexter looked at Brock coldly, "Do you think you can hurt a child just because you're a grin up?" Brock was in so much pain that he shouted, "Let go of me. It hurts so much!" Dexter exerted a lot of strength in his grasp.