Novel & Cerita Venom Brock

“Why is my brother’s name on a fucking kill-list?!” -----

CRACK It only took two whips until I was screaming in pain; the silver stripped me of my skin with each hit. And by the time he reached ten, I was losing consciousness, but I couldn’t rest my head from the silver collar that was around my throat. The silver burned my skin, which helped me keep my eyes open. My blood splattered the walls, and I could feel the warmth dripping down my body. I cried loudly; the sound was so animistic as I panted. I looked up to see the spider still on the wall as I lowered my head and cried.

If there were a way he could deal with Lysander, he would have done that a long time ago. He strode over to the unconscious men on the floor, kicking the one who had killed himself. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. “Fucking pathetic humans. Can't even do work well even with the enhanced performance drugs!” He bent and drew the knife the man had used on himself. He strode over to the bodies of the unconscious ones. One by one, he thrust the blade into their chest and watched them writhe in pain before they died. He just stared, unfeeling at them.

Curling his lip at the men, he added, “Especially, not to the likes of them. I know this man is Bratva and if you are with him that means you are that or worse. You are all a bunch of criminals and the worst that has ever blackened Russia’s soil.” Sergi stepped forward and acknowledged himself. “My name is Sergi Constantine. I am the head of the Bratva in Russia.” He motioned at Felix. “This is Braaken, my counterpart in the Ukraine. The rest of these men work for us here on American soil.” Dexter snorted. “Like I said, I don’t care who or what you are. You are all lowlifes, murderers and thieves.” “You’d better have a care Mr. Pavel,” Braaken warned the other man. “Your fate is now in our h

he did, once we met he because obsessed with me possessive more like and I fell in love with him and I never knew the plan or who he was my father told me he was from a pack in Guatemala and when I was going to my father's office I overheard their conversation my father, Emiliano and the Alpha rogue they were talking about when we needed to do our mating ceremony and when they need to start the experiments for me to grow stronger then any wolf more faster and flexible after the experiments they were going to plan the attack to Moonville' I said 'then what happened?' JC asks 'I took my mom and we ran like hell but it didn't take long for when they caught us, after they caught us the locked m

“Alpha Draco, are you within the inner chambers?” Elizabeth’s voice cut through the dark framework of the studio like a blade of ice. “Brooke’s internal wolf has collapsed into total stasis. Our paws must transport her flesh to the Bayview Medical Center before her lifeline severs completely!” The moment Draco’s massive shoulder forced the timber chamber door open, his vision registered Brooke’s frame stretched cold across the floorboards. His pupils dilated to absolute maximum parameters as his boots detonated across the stone toward her flank, his throat hurling an immediate demand at Elizabeth. “What variable executed this physical destruction?”

“You look a bit pale for a giant wolf.” “Just bracing for the storm, Elder,” I admit, my throat tight. “Hold on.” He reaches into a dark wooden cabinet, pulling out a stone flask and pouring a splash of dark, fermented juice into a horn cup. “Here. Raw moon-wine. It will steady your wolf.” I take the horn and tilt my head back, slamming the thick liquid down my throat in one single gulp. The burning heat hits my stomach like liquid fire, making my eyes water as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

No one was supposed to do that on such a large scale—talk more of attacking a whole pack. [Sigh!] They wouldn’t have been so brazen if I hadn’t deployed poison on Dragon and his men the last time they attacked us. I fell right into their trap without even realizing it. Who would have known they would do something this diabolical? Did that bastard, Brody, expect me to leave my pack unattended? Or did he expect me to fight fair when they were clearly here to cause harm to my pack members? Not a chance!

"You were always a flawed, emotional defect! I should have disposed of you when you were a child!" "You should have," I replied, my voice completely devoid of the terrified little girl he had tortured in these cages. We both fired at the same time. Viktor’s bullet grazed my ribcage, tearing through my tactical vest like a hot brand, stealing the breath from my lungs. I didn't flinch. My bullet caught him perfectly in the center of his chest. Dr. Viktor Brooks, the architect of my trauma and the creator of the world's most lethal bioweapon, collapsed backward into the smoking ruins of his own machine. His dead eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling as the silver hard drive clattered onto the f

“The perpetrator must have been Victor Brooks. My short-term memory logs confirm his fingers presented a flask of mountain water to my position before my cognitive monitors experienced a total blackout...” Miss Yachina terminated the connection with a sharp strike to the display, then pivoted toward Ethan’s towering frame, her voice cracking as a heavy sob escaped her throat. “The track-enforcer asserts that Victor Brooks utilized a chemical agent to compromise his defense! The physician's husband has forcefully extracted Helena from our territorial grid!” A terrifying, primordial chill washed across Ethan’s facial features, his golden eyes freezing over into a lethal glare. Without releasin