Den Of Vipers Book 2 Novels & Stories

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

“Stay away from her! Taylor, run!” Run where?! I watch the two grapple with each other before Derek pushes the assassin back and I see his whole body shift, his clothes tearing off his body. I’m now staring at a gray wolf, double my size. The assassin doesn’t seem intimidated in the least. I move back, towards the door but still careful not to touch it. The sounds of fighting echo in my ears and I can’t see anything except for something moving in the dark. I hear a howl of pain and then something slams behind me. Thinking it’s Derek, I’m forced back, my hands making contact with the door.

I added, echoing what I’d said during our first bet. Sam’s hand found my knee again, and his lips were suddenly by my ear. "You’re going to pay for a comment like that," he whispered darkly. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. "I choose the one with the sword." Sam’s fighter hurled his sword at my chosen fighter, driving it straight into his stomach. I swallowed hard, a secret thought forming in my mind. (Hey guys, just to let you know; I am currently writing a book about a vicious dragon. He is VERY vicious, and the book is VERY spicy but also dark (like, super dark). Coming online very soon!)

"He said he's betrayed his mate. I never knew he had found his mate." "I see." I move into the library, mumbling to myself. "Can you tell Ava to come here? I don't want her far from me in this confusing palace." "Okay, Mr. D," Zulu replies obediently. Listening to Zulu's footsteps fade away, I walk through the library, scanning the shelves in search of the book of names. It is a particular book that helps summon demons, granting them the power to serve and obey. This book will be crucial in the upcoming war, giving the dragons an advantage over the vampires. However, not just anyone can use this book. It usually only accepts women, women with kind and innocent souls, women that demons will c

Pulling the black gloves over my hands, I asked, “Does a man enjoy the taste of his own dick the way he does others’? There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” Rione jerked his head toward one of the men, and immediately a chopper was handed out to me. I took it and ran a finger against the sharp steel, its edges customised and sharpened just for this motherfucker. Two soldiers parted his thighs and held them tight on the ground while horror shrouded his snarky aura from moments ago. He yelled, “You can’t kill me. You’ll bring the war to yourselves. Vitale—” “Will ruin me?” I snorted. “They can try, but by the time they find out, I won’t be needing them anymore. Adonis Vitale can go fu

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

Grant and Madison were fortunate to belong to a den led by such a compassionate Alpha. Upon returning to the Montgomery manor, Keely went straight to Victoria’s chambers. The room was a disaster of shredded silks and overturned furniture; Victoria sat upon the bed in a silk slip, looking as though she had endured a violent frenzy. Keely hesitated, her mind racing with the pack gossip she had snared. Hudson had returned to reclaim his ancestral weapons and armor. Whatever he and Blake had negotiated in the Council chambers had convinced Blake to let him establish his own den. Hudson was wasting no time severing the tether.

His jaw clenched, and his hands flexed, then the last fragile thread of his control snapped. “God damn you, Nicole,” he snarled, and suddenly, he was kissing me back with ferocious intensity. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding deep and demanding, tasting of whiskey and pure masculine heat. He backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of the heavy oak desk in the centre of his grand library. With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds.

I was playing the only card I had the same game my mother had played, but for a different stake. Viper’s eyes narrowed. She looked at the book, then at the Norton, then at Dax. The atmosphere changed instantly. The aggression didn't vanish, but it was replaced by a cold, calculating curiosity. "You're a Chen, alright," Viper whispered. "Always looking for the leverage." Suddenly, a high-pitched whine cut through the night. It wasn't an engine. It was a drone higher and faster than the one from the garage. And behind it, the distant, rhythmic thud of blacked-out transport helicopters.

Each one a memory: Zade’s teeth, his tongue, the way he’d held me down and marked me like he couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else ever touching what was his. The book reached its peak. The heroine came with a broken cry, clenching around him, and he followed right after, groaning her name like a curse as he spilled inside her. I snapped the book shut, heart hammering, skin prickling with awareness. I was soaked. Throbbing. So turned on I could barely sit still. And he was watching. I knew it.