Versus Venom Novels & Stories

Victor had stopped visiting me after a few times and honestly it was better to have one less pervert every time. I was immune to Ken and his disgusting kisses on my cheek almost ten times a day, do not think I am suffering from Stockholm syndrome because I am not, I am very well aware of my situation and I hate Ken and I am definitely not afraid of him. Nor am I of Stephen or Victor or the random guy who checks in every now and then. I love Sean and I am still very sure that he will come to save me. Call it over confidence I don’t care.

“Our ancestor was a traitor. Great news.” “One of our ancestors was a traitor, but it wasn’t by choice,” Liam’s father kept his voice even. “Venom is strong, Liam. It’s incredibly hard to fight it off. Someone has to have incredible will to fight off the effects, and that’s considering the fact that they’ll even want to. We’re imagining that the youngest son really didn’t want to fight off the venom.” “Why? Does venom feel good or something?” Liam asked.

But just then, Robin called in a panic. "Dr. Walker! We have a problem! Kayden's gone, and his room is covered in blood! And just now, our overseas licensors revoked the hospital's rights to use all of our core technologies!"

"It can poison you like a snake's." The Black Shaol's saliva started to drip from it mouth in big amount that it disgusted the Vivien and Marjien. As the saliva touches the ground, the place where it dropped smoked. Venom. The freaking Black Shaol was dripping with venom. "How can we fight it when it's dripping its venom?" Marjien asked. She had already drew her sword and was now prepared to fight. Only Theo and Jucel were not holding a weapon. "Avoid it," Chloe deadpanned before she jumped to attack first.

"This is specifically designed for corrupted phoenixes. Like you, dear Mona." She threw it—not at me, but at Maya. Instinct took over. I dove, pushing my twin aside, feeling the vial shatter against my shoulder. The venom hit my corrupted fire and ignited into agony. Not burning—unmaking. Each drop eating through my essence like acid through paper.

"Liam intercepted one in the records room. It poisoned him before it was destroyed." Dane approaches, his eyes narrowing as he examines the black-veined wounds. "I've seen these marks before. In the historical records." "You know what this is?" Celina asks sharply. "Void venom. It separates essence from form." His jaw tightens. "It's what they used during the first wars to isolate wolves from their strength." "Then you know it's fatal without intervention," Celina says. "I need your help to counter it." Dane's eyes meet mine, a silent question passing between us. Despite everything—his deception, my anger, the complicated tangle of our relationships—we both know there's only one answer. Liam

No power or strength could be compared or matched up with Mira. “This is getting nowhere.” Angel thought to himself and his wolf could not agree more. “I’M GOING TO GET MIRA AND TAKE EVERY LITTLE ONE THEN TURN THEM INTO SLAVERY!!!!” Vesmon taunted and it was followed with a sinister laughter from an idiot. Feeling blank made Angel unprovoked. But when he started countering his opponent's attempt, it was more powerful though it was a simple attack. From different kinds of combos of punches to kicks, every shot was heavy and precise. It doubled at each contact as it landed on the opponent's body. It was making Vesmon's body feel numb and tired. He was indeed not made for combat. But through hi

“Vigor? How dare you ignore the rules imposed by the Nonagon and display your power in front of the world?!” This roar, instead of frightening Venom, made him even more bloodthirsty. He sneered and said, “So what? These people are just ants. Let them see all they want. It’s no big deal to kill all of them later. Since you’ve entered the door, I really want to know what your strength is!” After saying that, Venom burst into action. He tapped his toes on the floor and the dagger in his hand, with a biting chill, flew straight for Fennel’s chest!

He took down a few more, but the others were relentless. One of them landed a lucky blow, slicing Venom's leg with a dagger. He growled low in his chest and gritted his teeth, the pain fueling his anger. Another intruder struck, but Venom countered with a swift bite, knocking the man crashing to the ground where his throat was ripped out. As the fight raged on, Venom noticed that the intruders were unusually strong. They seemed to be enhanced, their movements almost supernatural. He narrowly avoided a dagger thrust, his eyes widening in surprise.

she answers, still moving, and stops at the door with her hands now gripping the knob. My mother used to say to eradicate one poison another rival should be used. The Venom of Death is a tricky and dangerous poison but a worthy rival can silence it and with its power, an antidote would suppress the new poison and curb its effect. “He needs another similar poison…” I say wondering in thoughts. “The seven skulls that is a rival.”