Novel & Cerita Why Did Venom Eat Carnage

"Vance Enterprises is facing a hostile liquidity freeze. Our primary European clearing accounts were blocked two nights ago by a rogue financial mandate. I need tangible, high value physical assets to pledge as collateral to the Central Reserve to keep our trading license active." "No," I whispered, stepping closer to the desk, my hands clenching into fists inside my coat pockets. "No, Banjo. You took my freedom. You took my reputation. You let Tahlia humiliate me in front of your peers, and you threw me into the servant quarters like garbage. But you will not take St. Judes." For the first time since I entered the room, Banjo lifted his head and looked at me. His dark eyes were red rimmed,

He drew his sword. "What do you think two soldiers will be able to do against five assassins?" Venom asked mockingly. "Five?" questioned Ian, "It looks more like three on two to me." Venom spun around and saw instead of three of his own holding weapons at the ready, Sylvia standing confidently with one hip out and her arms across her chest holding her dagger at ease. Knowing the captain’s honor, he flung himself at Sylvia throwing the blade in front of himself as Poison engaged Ian. His throw was interrupted by Captain Tane’s blade piercing through his body. The look of shock on Venom’s face was remarkable, but nothing compared to Sylvia’s shock. She did not even attempt to bat the blade out

we slowly stood up and turned around. We were about to start walking away when a tiger blocked our path causing me to step back and go behind the three. "Gracas," I heard Mayor Cendric whisper. I looked into the tiger's eyes and only did I realize that the tiger was Gracas because his or her eyes were green. He or she was looking at us angrily as if he or she was ready to eat us in no time. He or she was about to run when a male vampire blocked his path. "Stop it, Crizel!"

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

I was ushered back to where I was on the floor, two out of them already went out to go get me something to eat per his orders leaving two more to clean the cell like he beseeched. “I can’t believe he killed him for her. What could she mean to him that he would kill someone so important to him because he disrespected her? And not like she’s someone who actually deserved to be respected. Gosh, I hate her so much I want to kill her.” I vividly could hear them gossiping about me while cleansing the room of the blood and goriness as requested by my mate whose name I’m yet to know even. It was the dirty blonde averagely adult on the left holding a mop that wished to kill me.

He kept his attention straight ahead, an ability I wasn't equipped with. The closest figure softly wheezed and yanked my attention in the direction the eyes were closed but the body was jerking and waved as if it was recuperating from a long run. The movement of the body alone made me uncomfortable, so I stopped walking and examined the body closely. The veins in all of the exposed skin were black but the skin itself was pale almost see-through. My eyes followed the veins down the face to the bloodstained neck and down to the shredded shoulder, and chest where deep claw-like gashes littered the body's torso. I examined the arms or what would be the arms one was missing large portions of meat

"Those are the happiest words I've ever heard in my life." He reached down and sank his teeth into my neck. My scream of pain was drowned by his muffled cry of pleasure as he climaxed at the same time. It was magical. I suddenly felt my skin burn, and I climaxed again for the second time, hugging him tight. After our breaths steadied, he pulled his fangs out of my neck and pulled out of me. I let out an involuntary moan as our combined juices spilled out of our legs. Theo lay on his back and lay on him, listening to his slow heartbeat. I touched the mark on my neck and smiled. I now have two marks. One bearing the Alpha venom and the other showing that I was officially his.

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.