Why Did Venom Eat Carnage Novels & Stories

Her heart slowed and her skin turned cold, she'd lost over half of her normal blood level. Her heart slowed more, I could see black dots invading my vision but if I passed out right now she would die. Pulling away I force her mouth open, slicing my wrist open I held it over her mouth. Squeezing it so more spilled out. I then held it over her two bite wounds and repeated the process. I could feel the vampires venom flow through my veins, turning them to ice instead of fire. My venom worked against it, fighting it. The trauma of my battle inside my body because too much.

He tackled Vane into the steaming water, the two of them disappearing into a cloud of violet vapor. Vane was stronger than he looked. The mercury-mask wasn't just for breathing; it was a neural-link to the Thorne-17’s core. He swung a metallic fist, catching Dante in the ribs with the force of a hydraulic press. "You’re a 'Dormant' failure, Thorne!" Vane roared, his voice distorted. "You lost your wolf! You lost your Spire! You’re just a Scrapper playing at being a hero!" Dante spat blood into the water, his eyes fixed on the cocoon. "I’m the man who’s going to put you in the ground, Vane. No price tag this time."

“She swapped my bullets with fake ones. I did not want to believe it at first but my men have me in mind before themselves. While other gangs rise and fall as fast as they rise, my brother and I have kept a strong team for years just like our parents because of the men we hire. None of our teams snitch behind our backs. So many have chosen the suicide way out just to die with the secrets. There were not many to suspect for she was the only one and just like that I got to dine with the devil '' Carlson gulps another down. “What do you mean by you got to dine with the devil Carl?'' Cassandra asked. She was not scared of him, rather she was proud to know he did not stick around and blame others

"A little dirt never hurt anyone. I've been eating like thissince I was a kid. I hardly ever got sick, not even a cold or a fever. I bet my little body is healthier than yours any day…” Damien glanced at Serena's figure and suddenly agreed with her statement. That night, Damien transformed into a hungry wolf and pounced on Serena. The night was filled with passion and excitement. The next morning, Serena felt something was off with her body. Last night's fun seemed to have taken a toll and she felt a bit feverish. Despite this, Serena insisted on going to work. Her colleagues noticed her flushed face and couldn't help but ask, "What's up with you, Serena? Why is your face so red?"

He said if he couldn’t rule then nobody would, and he would rather burn everything down than let Damien and Elena have it. Elena felt rage so strong it made her vision fade white and she raised her gun aiming it straight at Vincent’s head, and he laughed and said she didn’t have what it took to kill him in cold blood because she was still pretending to be a gangster instead of truly becoming one. Elena pulled the trigger and Vincent’s laugh stopped as the bullet hit him in the chest, and he looked surprised for a moment before falling back in his chair.

The world is perfectly normal. I am not. "Carmen Vega," I say carefully. "You slept with Carmen Vega." He finally looks up. His expression sits somewhere between sheepish and entirely unbothered. "She was going through something." "She was going through something," I echo slowly, in the voice of a woman watching her afternoon genuinely decompose. He is feral and slutty and I say this with love, but the horny, daddy-issues, smash-first-think-never energy radiating from my cousin right now is thoroughly deranged. He ate through that family with the focused obsession of a man on a personal mission, and I will never, for the rest of my natural life, be able to un-know it.

He intended to join them at dawn, even though he felt he was forgetting something. Thinking he was just depleted, Venom shrugged his shoulders as he approached the small porch of his humble abode. His muscles were throbbing from lack of rest. He couldn't wait to eat, take a cold shower, and crawl into bed. Accordingly, he dashed inside his cabin, not realizing the door was unlocked and the lamp was turned on. He only realized it when he stepped inside and a shadow behind him obscured his own.

The illusion my venom created was always tailored to the victim’s fears or the immediate surroundings, a seamless patch over the torn fabric of their reality. Checking one last time to ensure we were truly alone, I made my move. My speed was a blur, a gust of wind. Her scream was a choked gasp as I dragged her into the nearest alleyway, my fangs sinking deep into the warm, pliant skin of her jugular. My venom entered her as her blood glided, hot and soothing, over my tongue and down my throat. It was a balm, extinguishing the fire of my need. The first taste was always the most potent—a dizzying rush of life, of fleeting human emotions: sorrow, panic, and beneath it all, a resilient flicker

These three has been anxious for the past couple of hours due to not seeing any of the targets in their hunt, and it is only after one of them came back to their hidden cave to look at what’s happening with all of the noise and ruckus that could be faintly heard and felt from their position did they know what happened to their captain and the other two strongest individuals of their team. They could not believe that even Venom was killed, but this brought a huge sense of fear in their hearts. Aside from their captain, Venom is a sign of undefeatable in their hearts. The strange drugs, poisons and medicines that hugely support them on their hunts were all created by Venom, and the other party

“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!