Venom Peter Parker Novels & Stories

I looked around, at the fluid that was being passed through my veins, at the heavily-antiseptic smelling room. His gaze hardened at my question, and his jaw twitched, as he threw his head to the side. “You were poisoned, Mi Cara,” he gritted through his teeth, “right under my nose.” “And look,” he rose to his feet then, gesturing to the center of the room, “we have the perpetrator.” I gasped as my eyes fell upon the brown-haired, young-looking man with a yakuza-type tattoo on his neck, noticing him for the first time since the lights came on, and my eyes adjusted.

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

Unknown POV: ‘Босс, я наблюдаю за целью’ (boss I have eyes on the target) ‘Делайте всё, что необходимо, я хочу, чтобы она вернулась ЖИВОЙ!’ (do what you need to do. I want her back ALIVE!) ‘Понял, босс. Вы все слышали босса: захватить Веном Виксен ЖИВОЙ!’ (copy that boss, you guys heard the boss capture Venom Vixen ALIVE!). From a Manson in New York City. ‘you better hope we are able to get her back because not only was she able to be free and escape with your wife but she killed 20 of my best men.’ he says ‘you let me worry about that I know how to get my daughter to obey with just a single sentence’ an older man says. ‘Best believe it works because she wasn’t supposed to escape that easily

she shrieked, her voice laced with panic. Desire’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what had just happened. A dead cockroach lay on her lap, its legs twitching grotesquely. The sight was enough to send her spiraling into a wave of fear. She felt the world around her start to spin, her breath quickening as she fought against the rising tide of nausea. “Desire, it’s just a bug! Chill out!” Chase laughed, but his laughter only fueled her terror. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to keep herself from fainting.

Peter's pov I'm Peter Ace Carnell, a 16-year-old. I can say that I'm not that good at school, but I'm good at selling things, sports, boxing and, for my luck, I'm good at programming especially hacking. My life isn't easy. I live with my mother. I work in the Blackstone mafia as a stealer, so I steal cars, jewelry, money... Sometimes I distribute drugs and even sell them. Anyway, I was punished by the men in the mafia several times but not as harshly as the other kids working here. Once one of the leaders got really angry with me and hit me with the belt. I'm really scared of belts to the point that I don't wear one.

Peter's eyes flushed red with sudden humiliation and rage. "Ethan Carter!" Peter spat, his voice cracking with built-up resentment. "You've been playing the high-and-mighty Alpha for years! Do you really believe you're a true Carter?! The old wolf my father brought here—the man you beat half to death—is not just my father! HE IS YOUR BIOLOGICAL FATHER TOO!" The air around the parking lot went completely dead. "The blood running in your veins doesn't belong to the legendary Carter line!" Peter screamed, losing control. "It belongs to our street-trash bloodline! You are one of us!"

She was the only thing that kept the monster inside me caged. “It couldn’t have just been about access,” Jeremy muttered again, but then something outside the windshield made him freeze. “What’s happening—?” I followed his gaze. And then I saw it. Everything inside of me went still. Peter was being held upright by two of my men, his body slumped between them, barely conscious, if at all. His head hung forward, blood streaming from his scalp, coating his face and soaking his torn shirt. He looked... destroyed. Broken. And I hadn’t even gotten close yet.