We Are Venom Novels & Stories

"You are Athos. Obviously. Top dog, the captain, the one who carries everything. I am Aramis because I am clearly the most sophisticated. Dante is Porthos because he eats the most. And together we are —" "Together," I say, turning back, "you are two people who are three days away from having been the reason the Valenti Syndicate started a war with both the Orlov Bratva and the Sorano Greeks simultaneously. This is not a story about musketeers. This is not a game with codenames and live feeds and quarterback fantasies." I look at them both, and I keep my voice at the particular register I use when I need something to land without volume. "If anyone in that room connects what happens tonight b

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

"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

The only way this is going to work is if we attack at the same time. I finally feel the last of their resistance crumble when I play my last card and inform them that the hunters have my venom, and the technology to try and make more. Werewolf venom is deadly to most of the creatures around the table. The rest can get very sick because of it. Nobody is willing to take that chance. Nobody wants their people to die because they didn’t act on the information. We end the meeting when I have everyone’s agreement that we should work together.

Somehow hearing whatever that was made me dizzy. It was mocking me. Speaking without words. But I couldn’t be distracted. I dipped my hand into the pouch at my side. A special present I'd requested from Vann — black sap venom. It was meant for putting down beasts of burden that were too wild to be tamed. It was an extremely powerful poison, the kind that fed on rot and spread even better in decay. I popped the cork with my teeth and smudged the thick sludge across my claws. It burned my skin. Good. It would hurt the beast more.

Elliot suggests, pushing the women touching him away "Definitely not" Caden replies and I understand. Remington is a Motherfucking son of a chicken. Weak, subservient and a good fucking bore to play around. "He literally peed his pant the day he got tagged" Vlad points out and Caden grinds his teeth I throw my dart again. Bullseye. Bullying is beneath us and life can get boring so we the VENOMS found nice ways of entertaining ourselves. Like tagging someone for punishment.

’ Darius’s deep voice echoes in my head from so long ago. ‘Corbin should have his fill and make sure to send her back to me for conditioning each time he's done. She must learn that she is nothing more and nothing less than what we make her. I will ensure she becomes the Venenum.’ Venenum. Poison Venom. It's true. That's what I am. I am the Poison, a living weapon. And I've been through shit that these three assholes can't even fucking imagine. They never would have survived a single day of my life in Tophet, so why am I holding back?

'There's nothing else to use. Venom enters the kitchenette, sneering angrily, and laughs at the pen, blunt knife and wooden spoon. He walks slowly towards us, and I throw the salt in his face burning his eyes. He lunges towards me, unable to see, and he tries to grab me. Hailey runs behind Venom and hits him across the head with the wooden spoon, snapping it in half.

Venom grinned, then leaned in suddenly and grabbed Aria’s chin, her nails digging into her skin. “You always had a loud mouth,” she sneered. “Matches your overstretched little pussy. Still sloppy from Vince?” Aria jerked her face away, breathing heavily through her nose, her whole body shaking with anger. “You belong to us now,” Venom said smoothly. “In case that wasn’t clear.” She stepped back and spread her arms. “The Bloodfang group. Does the name ring a bell?” Aria’s eyes narrowed. Then it hit her like a slap. She froze.