Venom Brock นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Brock lifted the flask for everyone to see and then put down his hand. "In this flask, contain the water of truth......" He paused for them to hear him. No sound could be heard. If a spit fell to the ground, it would be so loud. The silence was quite deafening. "We lycans, whenever we want to confirm if anyone is telling the truth, all we have to do is to let them drink from this water. Everything that seems untrue will be revealed......." Now I know the reason Drey has not been around. Brock has sent him back to their pack to go bring this water. I was so grateful in my heart for Sam. At least this would save her from all the accusations.

She blushed slightly, but quickly shook her head, scolding herself for her foolishness. No more distractions, Snake. You have a lot to make up for. **** "Brother," Hacker called gently, looking around Venom's sitting room. Venom groaned before emerging from his room, his face stern. But to Hacker's surprise, he didn't scold him for calling him "brother". "What do you want?" Venom asked gruffly. "I'm just here to give you what Second Brother said I should give you," Hacker replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Venom raised an eyebrow. "Who is your Second Brother?"

“Where is Boris?” Brooke, playing her part perfectly, responded smoothly. “He’s finishing up a perimeter check. He’ll be here soon.” She held out a glass of whiskey with an easy smile. “Have a drink while you wait.” A few moments later, the soft creak of the kitchen door signaled Brooke’s return. She met Raven’s gaze and gave a subtle nod, confirmation that the wolfsbane had been given. Damien leaned in close, his lips brushing against Raven’s ear. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a dangerous edge. “It’s time.”

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

Day eighteen. I wake up knowing today is the day I take back what is rightfully and has always been mine. My bathroom mirror shows a woman carved from vengeance: cheekbones sharp enough to cut, eyes cold as winter steel, mouth painted Vendetta red because today is war and I intend to look like the general. I dress for the kill.

"But a mirror cannot stop an anvil." Brog charged the vortex. The black static lashed out, wrapping around his thick arms, burning his HP bar at a terrifying rate. "Brog! Fall back!" Marcus yelled. "Strike true!" Brog roared in defiance. Ignoring the deleting code eating away at his avatar, the massive blacksmith swung his hammer with every ounce of digital strength he possessed. He didn't aim for the vortex. He aimed straight through it, directly at the floating Sun Prism. KRAK-OOOOOM.

Venom said, leading us down the path where today’s… tools were waiting. “This is getting creepier by the second,” she whispered, pressing closer to my chest. We descended to the underground station, and soon, the cries of the weak, depressed and pathetic ones were. Right in front of me, Bruno and his men were getting exactly what they deserved. “Aghhh!... Please, stop! Stop!” Bruno begged as the hot iron pressed into his skin. “Bishop, that’s enough,” Venom ordered, and Bishop, our mediator, stepped back, giving me a nod as I entered.

I couldn't see Denver from the side of my eyes take slow steps towards his daughter. “Jokes on you, Uncle Aaron's gonna help me get back my position!” I lifted up my gun to his face as I kept a straight face on. “Put the gun down!” I was instructed!” He moved backwards, pointing the gun from me to Denver and everyone else in the room. “I'm the true heir of the Dragovich's clan, I ain't gonna let you walk on me!” “Not anymore!” I scoffed at him and his delusional thoughts. “You are nothing Yuri, you own nothing In my clan except some silly birthright which I'm also gonna take from you!” I said as I walked closer to.

In just five seconds, Brock—who acted so almighty like a God—was now a mere useless pest. Brock started vomiting blood and felt an immense pain with this last strike. He started to become paralyzed and just wanted it all to end. “How… How are you so strong? “Who are you?” Brock asked. He looked shocked and reluctant to admit defeat despite being in pain and feeling embarrassed. Alex stared at him and ignored his question. He then dialed Lex’s number. “Mr. Rockefeller, how can I help you?” “I need a fighter who is smart and skilled to protect my mom. It would be better if the person is a woman.”