Venom Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Captions range from stunned to ecstatic: “WHITFORD TECH IS DEAD. LONG LIVE HARPER-KANE” “Livia Kane just rebranded the entire company and erased her ex’s name in one clean stroke. That’s not revenge, that’s POETRY.” “The white rose wrapped in black thorns… the symbolism is insane. She turned his betrayal into her brand. Iconic.” Someone posted the photo of me walking into the building this morning, white suit open over the bump, head high, Alexander at my side. Caption: “Pregnant fertility goddess takes the throne and rebrands the empire. We are not worthy.”

The girl he had promised to marry and have children with, the girl who made his heart melt and forget that he was an animal. All he saw was the girl coming at him with a knife impaled in her chest, blood oozing from every pore of her body. He started screaming again as the nightmares went on. Nemesis had finally caught up with him.

It's time for action and destruction. The Vampire Brothers will renew for a second series. The second series will be titled: The Salvador Legacy. The story of the first Lycanthropes to walk the earth. More action, more mystery, more thriller, more adventure, and more erotica and steamy scenes. Brace yourselves. —_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_— Author's note. Hey, lovelies. We have come so far in The Vampire Brothers series and I'm happy to announce that the first book; The O'Connor Bloodline, has been completed. The second book will be coming out before the end of next year.

Jon felt himself falling into that unknown world which seemed devoid of light and color as screams of agony filled his ears. Jon blinked and suddenly found himself back in the library looking at the strange picture. He felt his feet touching the floor and heard the soft hum of the library's air conditioning. Still looking at the painting, he gazed at the creature again and recognized the combined features of the bat and snake. Dante watched with a self-satisfied air as Jon stood transfixed in front of the painting. "Mesmerizing, isn't it?" remarked Dante. "The ember ghost!" Jon gasped.

The whispers in the glass started to fade, drowned out by the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together and the desperate, animalistic sounds we were making. Vane was at my neck before I even registered the movement, his teeth sinking into my throat so hard I felt my blood well up and spill down my collarbone. His venom burned as it surged through my veins, hot and electric and so potent that I felt my toes curl against the glass. He was feeding me his venom, pumping it directly into my bloodstream, marking me from the inside out.

“No kidding?” “They are also called Regulus, which is what I suspected.” “Why?” “Their body fluids are venomous.” I indicate Vulk’s groin. “All of them!” “Eww,” Vulk groans, catching on. “That’s how he killed the Unicorn? Now that’s nasty.” 9:23 a.m.

Three colors representing different venomous animals appeared along with the burst of energies. “They’re the Three Voodoo Sovereigns of the Voodoo Cult, Master Collins. The one on the left in green is the Snake Voodoo Sovereign, the middle one in black is the Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign, and the one on the right in red is the Toad Voodoo Sovereign,” Madam Snake quickly told Chase.

It’s as if it wanted to swallow everything on its way, and even some of the trees next to the riverbed could not stand the onslaught which allowed Asha to find a broken tree with a scattered trunk and branches. Venom paused before reacting, and he hurriedly jumped down to the riverbank. The water of the river keeps on splashing harshly on the bank, and he was immediately drenched, but his attention is solely on his prey. With the fast current, Asha is already a distance away on the flowing river, and with a dangerous glint in his eyes, Venom did not hesitate any more as he took out a small glass jar on his chest pocket. Inside the glass jar, a small yellow black bug with purple strips, a bee

Yet everybody I had met since leaving had been so sincere and helpful. A strong pain hit me and I whimpered. Gerwulf raised my arm and I saw that my veins had begun turning black and the wounds from the bite was now seeping a thick tar like substance. He placed a small pail underneath my hand as he continued holding onto my arm. "Venom," Gerwulf mumbled to himself as he watched my arm start to turn black. "It's how a vampire marked their meals and mates. Sort of like how a wolf scented their's."

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.