Venom X Carnage Lemon Novels & Stories

His dark brown eyes remained on the flames of the campfire as though he were alone and not in a circle of travelling companions. Venom was also usually quiet but he became louder and louder with each drink of ale, laughing raucously with Leech. Venom had mocha-coloured skin and eyes with thick dark curly hair. He was tall and broad-shouldered. His eyes held a lot of mischief and he kept looking up at the treetops. Cory knew hiding from high vantage points from which he could rain down his poison darts was his signature move in battle. Cory turned her eyes back to Hayden who looked like he was contemplating something deeply.

“Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact bomb.” Holding a tube of lipstick, she uncaps the bottom, dumping a powder onto the small table. “Wolfsbane, aconite, and powderize silver. It’ll kill most, and if not, it’s going to put them down on their ass for a few hours.”

“You're crazy“ Jameson spat out. “You keep on making delusions that Finn cheated in his last match but he didn't“ The way Jameson protected his partner, I didn't even need to read his mind to know that he had no idea Finn had cheated earlier by using poison. “What a shame“ I muttered, letting go off Jameson's collar as I exited the ring. The next match was between Phreta of the coyote district and Sheena of the vampire district. After that, the last four; Finn, I, Gayla and whosover won between Sheena and Phreta would battle in the ring together until there was a last man standing. Moving towards the paramedics that were treating Pliar, I asked. “How's my brother?“ “Not good“ One of them rep

I reach for the bottle of bourbon I brought with me and take a long, hard sip straight from it, the burn providing a temporary distraction from the chaos swirling inside my mind. “You're bleeding, your majesty. Do you need help?" Amelia's voice is laced with concern as she moves closer, attempting to grab my hand that was staining the floor crimson. I quickly pull it away before she can make contact. The cuts I sustained from shattering the glass earlier refuse to heal at the speed they should. It's no surprise, though, considering I still have traces of oak tree venom coursing through my system. Oaktree Venom is the dreaded kryptonite for lycans.

A fountain of dark red blood gushed over his lip. "Don't hold back, I said," I growled, my vision tinting crimson. Deep inside my mind, my lycan woke up, letting out a wild, booming laugh that rattled my ribs. She was enjoying this. Leonardo wiped the blood from his mouth and came at me with full force. We locked up, chest to chest, exchanging a rapid-fire barrage of brutal short-range blows. I took a hit to the ribs, gave one back to his jaw, and finally grabbed his elbow, using his own forward momentum to flip him over my hip.

*"Too late. They've tasted your storm." The first corpse falls, her body a marionette of lightning and rot. She speaks with Veyra's voice. *"Join us, sister. Let the venom *free* you."* --- **The Storm's Price** They attack in a chorus of thunder. Eden grabs a shard of amber, its edge sharp as betrayal. I unleash the venom's borrowed power, but the corpses drink it, growing stronger. One pins Eden, her fingers sparking with storms he can no longer survive.

Jaws snapped shut over the assassin's visor, shattering the glass and choking off the scream in a tear of flesh. The remaining Weavers broke toward the breach. The Unlearned swarmed them, dragging the armored killers down into the toxic slush. Leo pulled himself out of the mud, his oversized coat soaked through. Ash and blood smeared his cheeks. He limped toward the center of the room, dragging his useless right arm while the last muffled struggle died beneath the snapping jaws of the pack. The purple transmission light on the floor grates faded out. The grip of the 14-B virus receded from my petrified marrow. I drew in a clean, frigid breath through stone lungs.

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 paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

“I wish I never tried that stuff. I’ll never smell lemons again and not remember seeing Sally dead and bloody on the floor.” “Lemons,” I repeated. “What do lemons have to do with it?” “That’s what the stuff smells like,” Kyle replied. “After I snorted Ice, all I could smell was lemons.” “Oh my Goddess,” I mumbled as the sight of stacks of Lemon boxes from Virople flashed through my mind. Was Ice what had been in the boxes the faction had kept beneath the Association Complex?