Venom Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was the only thing keeping me grounded as I walked into the dimly lit nightclub. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, spilled whiskey, and the unmistakable tension that always came with a gathering of men who thought they owned the world. The Volkov Club was one of the Bratva’s safe havens in New York—a place where deals were made, alliances were broken, and people disappeared without a trace.

He squeezed my a**. "Together." I groaned. I screamed as I gave in to my climax. I think my eyes must have rolled back into my head. At the same time, Theo groaned from under me, and I felt his seed spurt into me like a fountain. We both twitched as wecame down from our euphoria. I climbed down from him and lay beside him, the effects of the venom wearing off. Theo rolled over and draped his arm over me, burying his face between my breasts.

He asked this question quite slowly but lethally that was burning my heart. Just like I expected, he is not the person I saw years ago. His years are dark just like his soul. Venom was filling up inside me just by looking at his face. After what he had done, I want him gone. "Definitely better than you Azvameth," I replied but he kept smirking.

“It was published in the late sixteenth century. Vairo was a bishop. But what most people don’t know is that he had also studied mathematics and philosophy and science from the time he was a child. He, in turn, was influenced by Plato and Socrates and, to some extent, Hippocrates—and there is some evidence his theories influence Isaac Newton a century later. De Fascino was considered the seminal work of its time. You very rarely get a hold of it these days. Why do you ask?” Caitlin felt so relieved; she had made the right move to call him. “I have a copy here, in our school library,” she said. He paused, and she could sense he was impressed. “I stumbled across something in it. It’s like a ri

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

' He read the book title on the cover. He later discovered a booklet beneath the ancient manual. It was composed of words. His curiosity was heightened to the highest level. He quickly picked up the booklet and began reading it. A few minutes later, he was overjoyed as he finished reading. The first Venom King was the owner of the sarcophagus. He wrote a book called The Venom God Scripture. It contained all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life—the one and only secret poison art manual. Anyone who learned it had the potential to develop a body that was immune to all types of venom. Furthermore, the individual could control the venomous insect for his own benefit.

He didn’t look away from me. Until Lucien stepped forward with a syringe. Black. Iron. Thick as my wrist, filled with a pulsing red-black liquid that glowed like it had been distilled from suffering itself. Voidvenom. I didn’t know how I knew the name, but I did. Every nerve in my body screamed no. “Don’t.....” I rasped, but my voice broke halfway. Lucien shoved the needle into Zane’s throat. The plunger hissed. The venom surged into him with a cruel hiss of steam.

Venom shouted at Venom, Venom immediately take a photo at Law who was in tears but he still manage to look handsome in the photo as he make a piece sign and smile. Veron look at Venom who's face has a lot of bruise as if his head has a lump then Veron hand the picture to Venom. "He doesn't look like an idiot in this photo! Erase this disgusting picture!" END OF CHAPTER 47

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

“I don’t know what—“ He never got to say the rest of the words, as Lazaro broke into a murderous pummeling of his face, his own face masked in a dark, ugly I’d never, ever seen. It was kinda fascinating, I couldn’t lie. Thrilling. The sight of him pounding away at the man’s face, his blood splashing everywhere on his face. This was the kind of thing I hated on a normal day. The kind of thing that repulsed me. But it looked hot on Lazaro. The cloak of a devilish, villainous monster. I was fascinated. Eventually, the pummeling stopped, and as Lazaro‘s bloodied hands fell to his sides, the man’s body dropped to the floor.