Venom Peter Parker Novels & Stories

A venom that wasn’t made to kill me, but to give me power, and freedom. The only way I could get away from them is by joining the enemy, by becoming a vampire. The pain kept growing as if it was fire spreading all over my body. Unable to hold it anymore I was, and I let out a shout, a shout that alerted Peter about my whereabouts. Matter of fact, the only reason why he still couldn’t find us was that Luther was doing some sort of tricks with the help of one of his witches. That trick guaranteed that no one would find us.

It was almost like she was waiting for him to throw tantrum so she could trash his ass. Venom wasn't ready to lose to a little girl, He would rather die than see that happen. He decided to pull out his A-game. He was vast in poison and no matter how cunning Jade was, there was no way she would fight against him, if he gets her poisoned. She could fight against him and probably win but there was no way she would fight against herself.

Giovanni says sounding tired. "I know, Vincenzo did you find anything?" I asked hoping to hear some positive news. "Yes, you won't believe it. We got fingerprints off the syringe," he said "Who is it?" "It's Peter's fingerprint and guess what ?" What the fuck! How could he do this? "He was an assassin before he joined this pack and he has a mate I did some research when I found out it was him." "What do you mean he has a mate? I thought he didn't find his mate yet?"

I ask restlessly, practically sinuous, recovering from the alarm he gave me and with a hand on my heart. -Keys.- "I realize they're keys," I'm right. What I need to know is what they are actually doing after explaining it. "Peter had them." "Peter?" Rehash confused. “Peter Hale,” he tells me, but I don't really see who he's talking about. Lara's organic father, the guy who messed with me and turned me into a werewolf. A similar person who got into you in the coldest time of the year dances two years earlier. "Is...Peter?" Rehash, this time having a dark memory of that night and a much clearer one of the night we were walking through the woods and a red-eyed animal attacked him. How could I s

They dug up their hidden secrets and anger against each other, but I couldn't understand. Firstly, I didn't know why they had such strength, and secondly, why did they seem like vampires or werewolves? "Are you humans?" I mentioned, and Kidd looked at me. "He already knows," he said, glancing at Daniel, then suddenly leaping before me. "Because you've seen our true forms, sweetie, you need to die now," he smiled at me, revealing his long fangs that weakened my entire system. "This will be quick. Just close your eyes," and as if under a hypnotic spell, I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for him to take my life.

Am I afraid… fascinated… both? The stranger was slightly taller than Arga the fake O'Brien, and his face… I don't know what will I say. When I saw him, my mind suddenly focused on Kim Taehyung aka V BTS. However, at the same time, I know the man behind Arga is not V. One thing that makes the person different: there is a scar line on his cheek. “You're now grown become a big girl, huh?” said the stranger. His voice was heavy; really reminds me of V the C.G.V person.

He asks looking between both men, Jacob nods while Blake crossed his arms studying the guy. "I know everything, where she is, what's happening to her and what he's planning" he starts listing things, immediately making Blake raise an eyebrow, how the heck would he know all that? "And how is it you know all this information?" Jacob asks, not knowing whether this guy is making it all up for attention or he's actually serious. "Cause I'm the guy that helped Anthony kidnap her" he simply replies, causing everyone's jaws to drop. If you haven't guessed it already that's ink, apparently he took my advice so well that he wanted to help me escape. I know, I would never had saw that coming, he actual

As he spoke, he took out his gun and pointed it at her, "I'm sure you know that this gun is poisoned, and once I put my bullet through your skull, nothing on this earth is going to save you. Before you die, I want you to know this: You're looking at the new overall leader of all the gangs, Chief Stok. Goodbye, Queen Scorpion." After speaking, his hand went to the trigger, while Queen closed her eyes as a shot was fired.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Third-person POV The intelligence arrived from New York at eleven-seventeen on a Friday night. Maksim Orlov was plotting to court the daughter of Viktor Sorano. The gala. A calculated power-play. A clout-grab dressed up as romance. Enzo Valenti received this information with the urgency it deserved. He let out a slow breath, leaned back deeper into Dorian's leather armchair, and resumed sucking on a Twizzler. Black Panther played on across the flat-screen. He fixed his gaze on the man standing at the doorway.