Venom X Carnage Lemon Novels & Stories

Horror creeps into my mind, my heart, and my face. My smudged lipstick, completely gone. My lips red and almost swollen. His teeth marks on my lower lip. He almost drew blood. Fuck. What have I done? DANTE If someone told me I'd be in heaven today, I would have said it was a lie. Her lips are like honey and milk. She's everything I've ever wanted but never knew I needed. And fuck, her body, her skin, is fire and water and everything in between. Burning me, yet keeping me cool at the same time.

I felt like I was put through the spin cycle and was currently choking on the blood racing down my throat instead of down over my lip like it was initially commissioned to do. The weird fucker was wheezing and growling, but beneath it all, there was an odd click to its noises... It just leaned down to me, its back or spine cracking and groaning as it did so. God, you’re a damn freak! What kind of sick joke is this? It opened its mouth as its bottom jaw separated... like the tumble had snapped it, wafting the putrid smell of old blood over me while I shat out my heart. A face only a mother could love.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

Day eighteen. I wake up knowing today is the day I take back what is rightfully and has always been mine. My bathroom mirror shows a woman carved from vengeance: cheekbones sharp enough to cut, eyes cold as winter steel, mouth painted Vendetta red because today is war and I intend to look like the general. I dress for the kill.

She struggled herself and jumped on the bed. "I want you Angelo. I want you." She said and she asleep. I took a duvet and a pillow and spread it on the floor. I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I must have my revenge. I must get rid of the Marcellos. I must kill them all for what they've done to me." I said to myself. Tears kept falling down the side of my eyes again. "I have to take revenge for Luna. I have to make more money so I can bury her properly." I said to myself. I couldn't say a word. It felt as if I was choking.

"Betraying your Alpha for a Crescent Moon stray?" "And you’re a vulture, Carmen! Picking at a carcass that isn't yours!" Yvonne spat back, her eyes wild with a mixture of terror and defiance. The air shifted as Harlan found a momentary opening in Kayvon’s defense. With a grunt of focused effort, he drove a silver-tipped blade deep into Kayvon’s side. Kayvon let out a strangled, wet gasp, dropping to one knee as the silver began to burn through his system.

Lex shifts his weight and dives in. His teeth make contact, and it's over. He spits out Leon's throat as blood drips from his mouth. The copper tang floods my tongue, thick and foul. My father's eyes stare up at us in shock as he slowly suffocates in front of me his life blood flooding out of his neck.

I recoil in ‘ewww’ and dodge the flopping body before I make the last speed dash down to the final floor below, skipping over and seeing even Carmen grimace with the up-close body showering she just got from its blood. “Thanks for that!” Carmen mutters sarcastically, back at the witch and shakes herself to try and remove the worst of it. I jump back so her spray doesn’t get to me then realize it’s pretty futile. I am covered in my own blood and god knows what else, I can’t even imagine how I truly look from all angles. “You’re welcome. It’s not like you could smell any worse.” Leyanne bites right back and I eyeroll at the constant power struggle of personalities. Sighing at Carmen’s snarling

The impact broke Yaron's nose instantly, and two of his front teeth were sent flying, blood spattering in their wake. Simultaneously, Liam whipped out a gleaming silver instrument and plunged it deep into Yaron's arm. The instrument disappeared into his flesh as if it were nothing. Yaron's scream tore through the air, his arm going numb in an instant. Terror filled his eyes as he realized what had happened. The whole ordeal was over in a heartbeat. Yaron, panic-stricken, stammered, "You... you..." Liam towered over the fallen Yaron, a merciless glint in his eyes. "That instrument was dipped in a lethal concoction derived from the venom of ten scorpions," he said, his voice sharp as a winter'