Novel & Cerita Venom Crossover Fanfiction

I touch one, the velvet soft under my finger, and wonder for the hundredth time who’s winning this war, the one with Theo and Amara, or the one with the man down the hall who slips into my locked world like smoke. I hate that I keep them. I hate that I count them. I hate that every time I crush one, another appears, like he’s saying “you can’t destroy me that easily.” I get out of bed, legs unsteady from the dream I won’t admit I had (his hands on my thighs, lifting me, his mouth devouring mine until I forgot my own name). Livia, you need to get yourself together. I dress in black leggings and one of his hoodies (stolen from the laundry room because I’m a masochist and it smells like him, po

Without realizing it she was releasing something that Vladimir suddenly jolted at. Vladimir has to move very quickly and immediately went closer to Ashlyn but the movement of his beloved was totally the same as his. It was made even more difficult to get close to Ashlyn to snap her from losing control. It was affecting the venom running wild within her. He could feel it since it was his venom. He even clicked his tongue out of frustration because Ashlyn was opening something within her that she didn’t realize. It was triggering the venom that Vladimir shared with her due to the wounds that she received from the fallen rogue before. It was the only way to heal her up quickly.

He groaned and gave her a heavy punch on the face that made her fall on the bed. He went on top of her and began strangling her. "I'm going to kill you!!" He gritted his teeth as he strangled her without mercy. She was coughing hard and touching everywhere. She suddenly touched an empty bare bottle. Earlier Venom was drinking as he ràped her. She picked up the bottle and smatched it on his head which made him let her go. His head was bleeding and he was groaning in pain. She took the remaining pieces and stabbed one of his eyes.

Neon green power poured off her in torrents. It rolled in waves and surged into the creatures, accelerating their regeneration. Pincers lengthened, venom glands regrew, the lethal drone swelled. “Aauuu!” Knox’s wolf’s howl split the night as the stingers hit for real. The acrid reek of venom started to saturate the air. He couldn’t make sense of the turn until he spun to tell her to run… and saw her. Hovering three feet off the ground, arms held slightly out, hair streaming.

Cohen growls loud enough to shake the walls as his body begins jerking with his orgasm. My own canines extend, and I slide my nose over his neck, waiting for him to turn as much as he can while he floods his venom into my system. “Mine,” I growl when he does. Then, I sink my teeth into his marking spot and the bond snaps into place. I’m flooded with his emotions, his love, his desire, his admiration, and his amazement of me and Keena. He growls again as I begin to milk my venom into his body, feeling his venom flowing into mine as I ride the orgasm that just keeps going.

“That it will all be fake.” “That’s what the venom will do.” I pointed out. He shook his head as he helped me over a particularly large boulder. “That’s not true actually. The venom doesn’t create what’s not there. It just amplifies what is. So if you did seem to love me again, it wouldn’t be completely fake. But if all you truly had was hate for me, that’s what would be amplified. That’s what happened in my dream. The venom made you hate me more than anything in the world.”

Venom replied in a deep whisper before capturing her lips. Another blonde walked over to them. “Not fair. I used to be in that position,” she whined, her hands already roaming over Venom's body. Venom laughed and pulled away from the first blonde. “Show me those titties.” The second blonde excitedly tore her uniform off. “Anything for you, Master.” Venom’s mouth latched onto a peaked nipple, sucking and laving at it with fervent, desperate hunger while her fingers worked on the other. The two women moaned and cried out from the pleasure.

'There's nothing else to use. Venom enters the kitchenette, sneering angrily, and laughs at the pen, blunt knife and wooden spoon. He walks slowly towards us, and I throw the salt in his face burning his eyes. He lunges towards me, unable to see, and he tries to grab me. Hailey runs behind Venom and hits him across the head with the wooden spoon, snapping it in half.

“—when I ran test on her blood and the venom, I realized that it had somehow mutated genetic—retroviral ones, cross-spliced with active lupine genomes.” His brows dipped. “English, Ashina.” I glared at him. That had been his line—back when I’d ramble about my lab work. He didn’t understand a thing but he wanted to. A tiny shard of nostalgia wedged itself into my ribs. Kael’s eyes flashed like the memory hit him too. I shoved both the nostalgia and that look aside. “It’s engineered,” I said. “The venom in the bite was altered.” Kael swore under his breath as something like recognition flickered behind his expression, and immediately pulled his phone out and began typing furiously, his jaw loc

The world is perfectly normal. I am not. "Carmen Vega," I say carefully. "You slept with Carmen Vega." He finally looks up. His expression sits somewhere between sheepish and entirely unbothered. "She was going through something." "She was going through something," I echo slowly, in the voice of a woman watching her afternoon genuinely decompose. He is feral and slutty and I say this with love, but the horny, daddy-issues, smash-first-think-never energy radiating from my cousin right now is thoroughly deranged. He ate through that family with the focused obsession of a man on a personal mission, and I will never, for the rest of my natural life, be able to un-know it.