Venom X Eddie Fanart Novels & Stories

The same scar from the venom he gave me weeks ago. I suddenly jolted, feeling a surge of electricity envelope me, and I pulled away. I felt the heat and tingle in my loins again, and I could feel my eyes glow. Theo must have realised his slip of hands, as I saw a mixture of lust and fear in his eyes when they met mine. "Erm, Ellie..." He tried to back away, but I held him firmly, pinning him to the seat. I was fully possessed by the effects of the venom, and I felt pure lust. I grinned wickedly and stared at him in pure lust.

Eddie Brock is you And I'm the suit, so call me— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—)

Eddie takes his plate of food, and walks over to the table with the feeders. “Hey, guys. These are our two resident vampires. I’ll leave you to chat, let me know if you need anything else.” Eddie takes his plate of food back to his office; Ash looks at the two people sat at the table. They are both very muscular men; one is a white, blonde man with eyelashes so pale they’re barely there, and the other is a black man who has a shaved head and a sculpted beard.

Then he reaches for the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion. I’ve seen him shirtless a thousand times. Memorized every line of muscle, every scar from a childhood he rarely talks about. But I’ve never seen this. Over his left ribcage, directly above his heart, is a tattoo. Fresh, still slightly red at the edges, covered in a thin layer of protective film. A single white rose, rendered in exquisite detail. Petals unfurling, delicate and luminous against his skin. Thorns subtle but present, wrapping the stem in elegant black ink. Beneath it, in small, precise script:

Vertimon asked. “All I am asking is for you to hold on just a little longer, I will get him to submit,” He said and his eyes dilated into single black lines as white scales started appearing on his body before he finally took his shape of a really big white python. He opened his mouth and started sucking in a lot of air. The force was too much that Vertimon people trying to break Edward’s fire shield flew away to save themselves from being sucked in.

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

"Yes, I think the sooner, the better. When we return to my villa and I fuck you, you will enjoy it and accept me as your mate," Eddison laughed villainously, lightly grazing his human teeth against her skin and then teasingly nipping at her wrist. Alinta desperately tried to fight the drug with all her might, while Angela, completely feral, snarled and barked like a mad animal. She anxiously tried to reach Alinta and take control, but this strange poison would not allow it.

Void rolled his dancing eyes at me “and you dragged the Blood Demon into it too?” “Oh, I’m nowhere near done” Neeb grinned “it was just to stop me from eating you.” Echo chuckled at Void, who made himself scarce. She had a wooden bowl between her crossed legs, that she smeared the contents of across Mace’s eyes and down its beak. It was red like blood, but lumpy like dirt. Mace accepted the paint graciously, never flinching as it was smeared over the glorious feathers. I sat beside Echo and watched her work on Mace. The warriors paint was beautiful to look at; turning Mace into an expressionless work of art.

Pedri whispered to him "Nothing will go wrong, everything will be fine," Eden assured him. He left his boys at the foyer and proceeded with Alves to see Sharad. The men led the way up the giant stairs leading to Sharad's Chambers. As they walked through the stairs, Eden could see pictures of the former Ak forzan on the wall. What captured his attention was the artwork of a scorpion on the wall. "You don't seem afraid anymore boy" Alves said to him Eden shrugged and he didn't reply.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.