Venom X Eddie Novels & Stories

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

We peered over the jail walls at Felix, a vampire being held hostage, and Edward stood watch outside the cell. "The troubling news is that there's no troubling news for you," calm Edward responded. "Not yet," answered Felix, "but sooner or later, you'll cry when you lose your alpha, and your pack will crumble." "Xavier will return, and he will deal with you," stated firmly Edward. "Are you still holding onto that hope?" vampire Felix mocked, his laughter echoing across the dungeon. Edward threw a little bag of blood onto the cell floor, shattering it. He was tormenting Felix, attempting to demonstrate his dominance over him.

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

Not while I breathe. The last Vasquez thug charges Theon, swinging a bat; I tackle him mid-air, my body weight crushing him to the wet pavement. My fists rain down...crack of knuckles on jaw, split lip spraying red, until Theon's boot connects with his ribs, ending it with a wet snap. Silence falls, broken only by the distant wail of sirens we can't afford to wait for. Our surviving enforcer's patching his wound, but the hit was too clean; this wasn't random. Someone tipped them.

“As long as we have one realistic injury, the rest can be faked and she can edit the video.” “Okay, I am following along.” Daxton nodded. “The only thing we will need to use more than once is the bullwhip.” I announced. “Why?” Carter and Daxton asked simultaneously. “The bullwhip will need to make multiple slashes, as it is impossible to hit the same mark each time. Also, it will allow my screams to sound more realistic. The injuries from a bullwhip are also the least extensive, so they will be healed the quickest. Although my wolf isn’t at full strength yet, my healing abilities can handle multiple lashes.” I explained.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Samantha's POV “What does it say?“ I asked, my voice barely audible. My body was trembling slightly even with the smile on his face and then in one swift moment, the smile vanished replaced by a expression, so dark, so cruel that it sent cold shivers for my spine. The results….. it is negative right? “You must think I'm foolish, right?“ His voice was dangerously calm, worse than when he is growling. “Noo….“ I shook my head, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Knox took a step forward. I took one backwards. Then he took another step forward, and I took another back, until my back hits the wall and he was just steps away from me. Then his hands reached out, wrapping around my neck and the

Vince's face contorted with rage, the veins on his temples bulging as his voice erupted, carrying a note of disbelief interwoven with anguish. On the report, his parents' names were unmistakably listed. Beneath them were several grisly photographs—images of their swollen, misshapen bodies, stung beyond recognition by hornets.

The metal groaned and buckled as the Duke tore through the rotor housing with his bare hands. ​The explosion lit up the coast in a brilliant, terrifying orange. ​I slumped against the stone wall, the "Oxygen Debt" finally hitting me. Not because he was far, but because he was killing. The bond was feeding on the death he was dealing out, and it was making me feel stronger, faster, darker. ​I looked at my hand. The black vein wasn't just a line anymore. It was starting to branch out, forming the shape of a blade across my palm.