Jamil Viper Novels & Stories

Diego asked. “Petty. He’s smart. Fast. Got arrested but didn’t stay long.” Señor Cruz looked him dead in the eye. “Can you blend in and shut your mouth for three weeks if it means bringing down a family?” Tyrell nodded. “If I eat after, yes.” Bukky nodded slightly. “Pass. Underground placement. Suburb class. West routes.” Candidate 2 was Jamila, 22 years. Former courier for local vigilantes. Matteo didn’t speak. He just watched. Her hands twitched. Not nerves. Signals. Morse-level blinking. She was used to code.

He knew that since Jasmine was a member of his pack and a soy in Damien's pack, the mission was going to go on smoothly with no interruptions. Layla came back and she saw Williams brooding. She went over to him and he told her his plan to get his Ariel back. Layla was happy about it and she told him that she was going to help him with it. Layla couldn't get into the cell and Jasmine had to get the keys so Layla could take her back to Williams. As a spy, Jasmine had the opportunity to get information from the two packs. Sometimes, she is usually scared of getting caught by Damien, but Williams had always assured her that since she is just a spy in Damien's pack, he would always be there to fi

The Vipers are exactly meant to look like a Viper I didn't expect to be. He hissed before he speaks. "Jonathan Wilson" He knows my character even though I have never encountered him before even once. I raised my chin to gaze at him through the eyes of a serpent. The moment he reveals the shotgun above his claws - it earned my hand to take out the revolver. Before he pointed the gun - I showed mine before him. The Viper tugs the trigger but I slit his throat ere he yanked the trigger in no time. I woke up with blood on my face after huffing my tension from my dream. I'm back.

and went back into the room before a face could be seen. Nothing ordered. Nothing asked for. Reaching for the glass slowly. The smell arrived before it lifted. Clove smoke. Mint. Thumb running around the side of the glass. Nail catching something. A rough mark cut into the crystal. Turning the glass just a little. A snake. Rough and quick like done in a hurry. Coiled up on itself. Every drop of blood went cold. Syris was here. Alive. Varek had lifted him off the floor by his throat in front of five hundred people and he was alive and in this room right now.

I slurred, reaching out. Even through my blurred vision, he looked like something carved from ancient obsidian—primal, lethal, and devastatingly beautiful. My hand strayed toward his jaw, wanting to feel the heat of his skin. He caught my wrist in a grip of iron before I could touch him. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "I am Cole Ryder," he growled. "Your mate-to-be’s uncle. By pack law, you should be baring your throat to me in respect, Ivy."

Ayleen asks, desperate to help in any way she can. “Can you call that Vampire friend of yours? He might be able to tell us ways in which we can control the newly turned vampires.” Azraiel pleads. “Of course, I’ll call him right away.” She pauses for a second. “I also know a weredragon and a weretiger from H.O.P.E. mission. Is it okay if I call them too?” “Of course…that would be really helpful. Also, ask them if they know about other species.”

She let out a loud yelp and did her happy dance, Roman was annoyed, he couldn’t believe he just got trashed. “i win, I win, I win” she sang, coming in Roman’s face. He just stared at her with a blank look. “I believe you have something to tell the captain”. he rolled his eyes, pulled out his phone and instructed the captain to go faster. Camila screamed for joy when the ship sped forward. She looked at Roman when she saw he had a sour look on his face.

Damien screamed, collapsing as the chains rattled. “DON’T say her name,” Alejandro said quietly terrifyingly calm. Damien’s voice was barely a whisper, but it carried more danger than any weapon in the room. Alejandro didn’t move. His silence was the real threat. Damien coughed again, blood dripping from his lips. “O-okay… okay…” Amelia stepped closer. “Who did you hire, Damien?” He looked at her with terrified, shaking eyes. “A man called Viper… one of Raven’s best shooters.”

He was perfect, all Adonis, with his black hair, his waves falling down his cheeks, shining black eyes and square jaw. He was Marcus Vance, the leader of the most powerful criminal organization in the country, and he was all Greek God. That wasn't the only thing that was important at the moment, Marcus and Johan were twin brothers. The two were so identical that the only thing that distinguished them were their smells, Johan smelled of lavender, while Marcus smelled of coffee and wet earth. Camila had become totally absorbed by the delicious smell of the alpha. Samantha slapped Camila on her side, snapping her out of her mental trance. Marcus watched each of the omegas, until his big black e

My body trembled, but Sir Darenn held my hand and looked me in the eyes. He's telling me that nothing wrong will happen to me because he's with me, so I tighten my grip on him as well. "You've been unconscious for three days," Danrious informed me, which surprised me. "Good thing you recovered your strength already, Kaelynn," Daniel said, but I knew he was just acting in front of me and looked exactly like his twin. Not only the two of them but also Sir Daryl. "Time to get down now," a voice from the door said, and it was Mila; I looked at her, and I think I knew why she still looked young and strong; she, too, is a vampire.