Novel & Cerita Venom Fan Fiction

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The venom isn't poison-it's a *conduit*. It slithers through my veins like liquid static, stitching itself to the storm's ghost still buried in my bones. Every heartbeat fractures the world: frozen forest, gold-tinged battlefield, derelict chapel where the Weaver stitches stars into a child's skin. Eden's voice wavers in and out, human and raw, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shouts words drowned by the snow's howl. The ground melts and refreezes in jagged spirals, obeying the fevered rhythm of my pulse.

Xiam was sobbing as he glares at his father, Venom. "Why did you made her do it?!"He angrily asked. Venom sigh as he pat his head, "You'll understand soon. Don't worry about her, she'll be okay." Xiam froze for a second as he look at him, "What do you mean?" Venom, their father just smile mysteriously."You'll found out soon." END OF CHAPTER 1

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

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.

We had to protect our pack and our Venom at all costs. I turned to Ryker and the others. "We need to get out of here," I said. "Now." But as we turned to leave, I heard a voice behind me. "I don't think so," it said. I turned to see the leader of the Shadow Fang Pack, a tall, menacing figure with eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "My name is Victor," he said. "And I'm afraid you're not going anywhere." Victor sneered at me, his eyes glinting with triumph. "You see, we've been experimenting with the Venom too," he said. "And we've made some... interesting discoveries."

He managed to bite into her wound, soiling his demonic venom into her pure alpha bloodstream. "Ahhhhhhh!" Venus writhed in pain. Agony like white, hot knives punctured into her skin. The anguish erupted in her skull with a terrifying blankness until she fell unconscious. Valen’s guardians latched onto the barakian kripling with teeth and claws, while he clung to Venus. Zuzu’s feet gripped the collar of his black cloak while Nyx bit the hem.

He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out. "You're ours in every single reality, Princess," Ronan groaned, his voice ragged as he bit down brutally on my shoulder. His venom joined Vane's, mixing together in my bloodstream, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. "In every universe, in every timeline, you are ours. Ours. Ours. OURS."

"Don't bite your lip, you'll only get hurt." “But I hurt you,” Frey replied in a trembling voice. "You don't have to worry about small wounds like this," I told him. It suddenly occurred to me that something Edwin had said to me. “In fact, will I also become a vampire because you bit me, Frey?” I asked enthusiastically. Hearing my question, Frey chuckled. "Don't worry, you won't become a vampire just because I bit you, Leo." Seeing Frey laugh again made me very happy. She seemed quite calm and no longer worried about the wound she inflicted on me.

His voice is laced with distraught. I take a sip of my herbal tea. “When I was stuck in that abandoned factory,” I begin. “One of the guys threw an axe in my direction. Luckily, it didn’t hit me but sliced through a pipe and some liquid leaked from it. I thought it was water only to find out that it was some kind of chemical.” I look at him. Again, his expression has dropped. “So, the guys are to be blamed,” his jaw clenches. “But you killed them,” I point out.