Blowing Viper Snake Novels & Stories

Cisco and Cleopatra nodded and immediately went to do their job Viper began walking fast to a particular direction as he made a phone call "Indigo, check the cameras planted in the clan and tell me where are our enemies location" Viper said "I can't! All the cameras in the clan were infested with virus, I can't seen to access it" Indigo said typing fast on the keyboard with Scythe and Vitto working on theirs "We have another snitch in the clan" Viper hissed, thinking of no one else but Cheetah

Viper groaned a little, feeling the pain shoot up her lungs as she forced the smoke out of her lungs and stand erect before spreading out her hands horizontally as she began to spin on the spot, shuffling her feet at very tight angles. She was soon picking up momentum as lightning of green and blue formed a spiral while she spun. It was working. The smoke was heated from the lightning and the spinning created a wind funnel that brought the smoke levitating higher, allowing Viper to spot a hollowed out section of a wall right behind her. Without wasting time, Viper broke from her spin and grabbed the man, speeding out of the room before the smoke engulfed the place again and the entire buildi

With a guttural roar, he launched a storm of dagger strikes, fast as rainfall, his movements blurring around Andrew. "How dare you look down on me! I'm Black Viper, the deadliest killer under Grand Viper! My Serpent's Silent Strike technique will drain every drop of blood from the body—if even a single drop remains in yours, then I've failed!" With a wild grin, he accelerated again, unleashing a vicious flurry of attacks. Aspen gasped from the floor, her voice shaky and heated. "Master, be careful! He's strong… and that tongue of his can stretch really far!"

Dorin asks Seb. [NO! Of course not!] Seb stomps his feet angrily. He faces the Viper and shows him his slate. [We are leaving. Stand down.] “Don’t you tell me what to do, you little freak!” Before Seb could react, he felt a charge pass him from behind. With no warning, a cyclone materialized around Venet and closed in on him. The viper tried to get away, to claw at the wall of wind, but he took a gasp, rolled his eyes, and fell on the floor before his companion could even catch him.

"That was never outsourced." From the shaded top of the steps, Leander is watching both of us with his arms crossed and the particular expression of a man who has decided that commentary is more interesting than assistance. "Seraphicent," he calls down pleasantly. "You are thirty years old," I call back, still climbing, "and you are still calling your sister a villain name." "A very accurate villain name." "Bring up the spiders and I will name you specifically in my first interview as a married woman." He grins. "You cannot call arachnophobia irrational and expect —"

" Masterchief noted. They all knew at this point that it was serious. While the prisoners were being led, and the Rebellion waited for the signal to attack, Vira and her group heard a mild hiss from below, behind them. Vira gulped, and her heart began racing as she knew exactly what it was. It was a snake. She immediately lost balance as she got hysterically paranoid, breathing heavily. The snake pounced on her, but the blind warlock caught it mid-air by the head and severed it from the rest of its body with his bare hand.

Xyris Labelle blushed. She opened her jar, and the green parasite was released to extract all poison found on Xanthus Meryem’s body. He looked to be in much better shape moments later. At the same time, the two elders, with a group of Maddox Villagers, were locked in a battle with Viper and her men. Viper was infuriated, or perhaps, frightened. She felt a massive wave of dizziness after witnessing the little golden snake killing her huge black snake.

Get away— She didn't see the snake coiled in the underbrush behind her—a venomous viper, scales glinting as it reared, fangs poised to strike. But he did. In a blur faster than thought, he vanished from his spot and reappeared before her, the air displacing with a whoosh. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body—possessive, unyielding, his fingers splaying wide over her hip as if to anchor her soul. His other hand shot out, seizing the snake's head in a vise grip, those red eyes narrowing with killing intent.

A large black viper with bright red scales slid out from underneath the long velvet curtain, moving fast across the floorboards. It was a deadly Silver-Mountain viper—one bite from that thing could paralyze a werewolf's breathing within two short minutes. My eyes went wide as the snake hissed loudly, raising its triangular head, preparing to strike right at my exposed ankle. I didn't panic. I snatched my curved silver dagger off the nightstand in one quick, practiced motion. THWACK! I threw the dagger straight down, pinning the deadly snake right through its flat head into the hard oak floorboard before it could jump.

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.