Venom Title Novels & Stories

Only then Zion explained, “Do you know why we’re called the Viper Gang?” “Because you guys are very ruthless?” “Hoho, that’s just the outside world's shallow understanding of us. Actually, the reason we’re called the 'Viper Gang' is simple. It’s because we like breeding snakes, vipers.” Warren gulped. “Those things are quite venomous.” “Yes. In my base camp, there is a special farm with a few hundred vipers, all of which have deadly venoms. And my plan is to bring all of the snakes inside Shalom Technology's building!” Zion said.

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

"Get the treatment started, the best there is, I'm calling the shots here!" Once he hung up, his eyes darted to mine, a flicker of guilt betraying him. "Wren's taken a turn for the worse. She needs this special serum to kick her immune system into gear, and the one you've been waiting on just got here. Give it to her!" I could not help but scoff, my words deliberate and biting. "Is she even worth it?" That serum was worth a fortune. It was not something just anyone could buy. It had been reserved for my granddad five years ago, and I had called in more than a few favors to secure it.

Three days later, Raven found herself deeper in Diamondback territory than ever before, sitting across from Venom in his private office above the Black Fang. The room was a study in controlled menace—expensive furniture mixed with obvious displays of wealth and power. Stacks of cash sat openly on side tables, and she could see the outline of at least three different weapons within easy reach of his chair. "Your first assignment went well," Venom said, pouring himself a glass of aged whiskey. He didn't offer her one, which she took as both an insult and a test. "Snake was impressed with your composure under pressure."

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

“No shit. I already know that. That’s why I brought her here so you can find more than that, Doctor.” “Then let me do my job and finish talking,” Veyra said coolly. “We’re not enemies, Dr. Kai. I’m trying to help.” I exhaled loudly and backed off as much as I could so I could calm myself down. Dr. Veyra glanced at her clipboard. “We’ve sequenced the venom left in her blood. But it doesn’t match anything we’ve seen before. And we’ve seen... a lot. I need more context. What exactly happened? Who bit her?”

**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.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he nearly collapsed to the floor. I crouched before him, grabbing his jaw with an iron grip. "By tomorrow," I said softly, almost calmly, "you will withdraw your name from the project and stay away from my sister. Otherwise, I will ruin your career." My grip tightened. "Am I clear?" "T-This isn't fair!" the man stammered, tears forming in his eyes. "Please, have mercy! I have a family to take care of. This project means everything to me."

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TEN I grabbed his hand and with as much strength as I could muster, I pushed it away from my thigh. The sound of my underwear snapping back into place didn't go unnoticed as he chuckled darkly.

] "Then what am I?" [You're mutated because you were in close vicinity. Since your body was close to the virus, you have much more of it entering your body than anyone else. You should have turned into a Zombie, but because of the new tattoo from the master, all it could do was just change your body a little.] "So you're telling me that me attacking my lover and attempting to drain him of his blood is a little change?" [My apologies Host, but yes. Your anatomy was changed so that you can only live off of human blood instead of water and food.]