Den Of Vipers Novels & Stories

Only then Zion explained, “Do you know why we’re called the Viper Gang?” “Because you guys are very ruthless?” “Hoho, that’s just the outside world's shallow understanding of us. Actually, the reason we’re called the 'Viper Gang' is simple. It’s because we like breeding snakes, vipers.” Warren gulped. “Those things are quite venomous.” “Yes. In my base camp, there is a special farm with a few hundred vipers, all of which have deadly venoms. And my plan is to bring all of the snakes inside Shalom Technology's building!” Zion said.

"No!" A demonic smile lifted the corner of Drake's lips. "Do it!" Drake bellowed angrily at Verus, with a hand still on his chest. "Burn them all!" "No," Verus said, smiling, looking at us, then turned his attention toward Drake. "I'd rather burn you!" and in a flash, he threw the lighter at Drake, but Drake quickly pulled the brunette vamp in front of him. The lighter hit the brunette vamp and in a second, his body was engulfed in flames as he screamed and yelled in pain. Drake stepped away, clear of the flames, picking up the brunette vamp's Uzi before it hit the floor as the burning vamp's screams cut off abruptly, leaving only a pile of ash behind.

"They used a dead man to walk you out of my house and into the open." A sound from the fire escape above. Loud and metal. Then another from the mouth of the alley. Turning my head. Six men in heavy dark gear stepped into the entrance of the alley. Cutting off the only way out. Red lights from their guns cut through the dark and found Varek's chest. Varek didn't look at them. Eyes stayed on me. That thing living underneath his face... the thing seen in the basement and the medical room and the back of the SUV... came up fully now. Cold and awake and completely without fear.

He had a friendly face that blended into the crowd perfectly. But his eyes were cold. Like a reptile. He was known in the underworld only as The Viper. He didn't use guns often; he preferred accidents. Poison. Car crashes. Gas leaks. Things that left no trace. He walked to a newsstand and bought a paper. The front page was still covering the Sterling Wedding preparations. photo: Serenity smiling, the pink diamond on her hand, the locket on her neck. "Found you, little princess," The Viper whispered, throwing the paper into a trash can.

The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man. "N-No! Mr. King, please! Please have mercy..." I paid no attention to his desperate pleas. Slowly, I lit another cigarette, took a drag, and released a cloud of smoke into the silent room. Faint music entered the room as the bodyguards dragged him out. As soon as the door closed, the music disappeared and silence returned. The VIP room was soundproof, blocking all the noise from the bar outside. Diago adjusted his glasses and looked at me. "And if he refuses to do as he's told?"

Cobra said. "Go ahead and send her details. I'll be waiting." At the same time, Sniper left the room, prepared to gather all the gangs as commanded by Stallion. Their goal was to dismantle what remained of the Black Scorpions. However, as he approached his car, a dynamite gun was fired at him. The car exploded upon impact, instantly shattering his body into pieces. At this moment, Stallion was about to send the picture of Queen to Cobra when he heard an explosion. He quickly paused and rushed to the window to see what was happening. He looked around but couldn't trace the source of the attack.

He led the fight, showing unwavering determination and guided his pack with bravery and skill. In the midst of the chaos, a vampire pounced on Tyler, sinking its teeth deep into his flesh. Pain shot through his body as the venom spread, threatening to take over. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, holding onto his wound. A female Omega, witnessing the attack, quickly slaid the vampire. She hurried to Tyler's side, her eyes filled with fear and worry. "General! No!" she cried out, her voice desperate. She reached out to him, her touch gentle but urgent.

the pet master responded, looking very pleased with himself, "It was quite entertaining really. Shut her up nice and quick." The man's brow furrowed, but only for a second. "Age?" he asked. My eyes widened in surprise. He was actually considering buying me. "Seventeen." "Who was her breeder?" he followed up. Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that couldn't perform their duties. The ones that forced them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up in a ball and cry.

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn

I processed this information with an expression on my face, wondering who would be so sucidial to attack the den after he was banished,I racked my brain and suddenly I let out an uproar growl and transformed to my wolf immediately and ran to the Den's center. Devon Killian,a twenty- eight year old male was banished from the Den for killing a human,he broke a sacred rule and was immediately banished from the Den and was to never step foot again,yet he stood her in his brown wolf snarling at me with such contempt. I gave a sign that he should change and we should talk,we both changed to our human form,still growling at each other and then suddenly I boomed in my Alpha voice. " Devon Killian yo