Venom X Eddie Fanart Novels & Stories

“I don’t know what—“ He never got to say the rest of the words, as Lazaro broke into a murderous pummeling of his face, his own face masked in a dark, ugly I’d never, ever seen. It was kinda fascinating, I couldn’t lie. Thrilling. The sight of him pounding away at the man’s face, his blood splashing everywhere on his face. This was the kind of thing I hated on a normal day. The kind of thing that repulsed me. But it looked hot on Lazaro. The cloak of a devilish, villainous monster. I was fascinated. Eventually, the pummeling stopped, and as Lazaro‘s bloodied hands fell to his sides, the man’s body dropped to the floor.

I never realized how much those smears of crimson looked like claw marks. Eddie’s lips curled up into a merciless smile, full of sick, twisted malice. I felt a cold, damp nose bury its way into the palm of my hand, Birdie. I felt a warmth in my chest as I brushed the pad of my thumb against her silkened snout.

Harvey moaned as he put his hand on his head. "Shit," Eden muttered, but it was too late to pretend not to have entered because Harvey already saw him. "Sorry. I, uh, I can come back later," Harvey smirked and bit his lower lip, and before Eden could leave, he stopped him, "Wait," he moaned. Eden gulped and slowly turned around to look at him. Harvey had his university shirt opened to show the tattoos on his chest and his abdomen. He slightly pushed his head back when the guy sucked him deeper.

Moreover, no one knew if they had any last words. Sadness and anger were constantly boiling in the hearts of Xander and the others like magma surging in a volcano. "Ha! What a bunch of weaklings. With your mentality, I'm ashamed to regard you all as my opponents." The Fauna Imperial Sect disciple who killed Edda had a disdainful look on his face. There was a centipede-like scar from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, and the scar seemed to be alive and creeping as he grinned, appearing more and more terrifying.

Eddy truly was a tiny king he looked like a cub compared to trent/timber. The twins and ava were behind eddy trying to figure out what to do. I heard a growl snapping me out of my thoughts putting my focus but on DJ. His eyes were blood shot, his veins were black and lifted. I ripped my wrist away from him making me scream out, I realized that wasnt the best idea, thankfully I heal quickly.

“Sparkle Fang is a very strong name.” “Right?” Eddie grinned. A woman with aggressively highlighted hair and an air of competitive menace sidled up beside us, her son trailing behind. “Well, well,” she purred, eyeing the dragon-fish. “That’s… creative.” Eddie, blissfully unaware of adult passive aggression, smiled. “Thanks! What’s yours?” Her kid pointed at a perfectly rendered landscape painting that, frankly, looked like something you'd see in a gallery downtown. It had shading. And perspective. And tiny, delicate trees.

I heard he does not only drink the blood of his victims, he goes as far as using the blood to paint on his canvas victoriously. “I spared your sister’s life the moment I saw your willingness to show up. I heard stories of one omega soldier who was hopelessly fearless, and for some reason, I craved to see her myself. I'm very much pleased to meet you, Ellie.” He said without looking at me. The way he said my name, like he was irritated by the mere thought of ‘Ellie.’ It meant light. Vampire's weakness. “Make no move, Edgar. I'm trying to get the plumpness of your rosy lips.” He made a glance at his male consort, and then back on the canvas. From where I stood, I could see his artistic work. I

If he was the devil, then I was a prince of help who helped him execute such a horrendous act. Watching as Edwina burned in that fire, Vernero’s words came crushing to me, and the sudden realization of the monsters I surrounded myself with was sickening. All of them were demons. Vernero loved the idea of his enemies screaming to the afterlife. He once proclaimed it with so much seriousness as if he was discussing about the weather forecast. And Xander enjoyed plucking the feathers of his enemies, taking his sweet time while inflicting a kind of pain that only death would seem like the only way out of it. He loved making his victims wish for death, loved hearing them call upon it. The fucker

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.

"All this scheming and plotting he is pulling is becoming a genuine nuisance." Dante Valenti had one eye on the movie and a Twizzler dangling from his mouth at a forty-five degree angle of complete unbothered chaos. Oblivious to the weight of the room. Clueless in the specific, artistic way that was entirely his own. "Right, so Matteo needs therapy," Dante said. "His girlfriend left him. Classic unwell behaviour." Enzo stared at him. "What." "You said someone was a nuisance." "I meant Orlov, you imbecile."