Nest Of Vipers Book Novels & Stories

I tell him and he nods his head and mumbles of agreement sound out. “So, who is more important right now? Foxy or the Vipers?” Vulture asks. He is from a chapter in the south. “Finding Foxy is the task. We also want the remaining two who were involved in Angel’s rape and kidnapping. Crusher again gave us their names. As for the rest of Vipers. They need to die. I want all loose ends tied up. Even though only three members, their prez, and his daughter are involved in this shit storm. I can’t leave any of the rest alive, knowing they will retaliate in the future. So none are to be spared.” I tell them all and they agree.

Varo kept shaking his head while one of my men tied a cloth around his mouth to keep his cock inside and when his eyes fell on the bright reddish-yellow tip of the metal rod, he tried to shift back. I leaned into his face again and whispered, “This is for looking at her with anything but respect.” I pushed the rod into his eyes, the smoke rising from the melting iris, like poison. Varo fell on the ground on his back, writhing in pain, with the rod still in his eyes. “I should gift your melted eye to Vitale as a tutorial on how fuckers like you should be dealt with.” Putting my leg over the end of the rod, I stamped on it, pushing it deeper into his eyes, the sound of something breaking audib

Even though he was trying to intimidate Kaze, Lock was not able to use any of the words against Wesley, so he kept quiet. Wesley reacted to Kaze’s nonchalance with a frosty glare. He chuckled and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Yemen, I got you both some gifts as well.” He then opened one of the bags and displayed the present it contained to everyone. “This is the blood bird’s nest from Golden Scale Corporation. This is used by the top brass of Viper’s Den to keep themselves healthy. It was initially a secret herb that was recently commercialized. Almost all the top brass in the organization are taking it. It is definitely better than the ones you saw on the market.

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.

Underground. We weren’t asking for justice. We were taking it. And Viper? She’d made the one mistake no predator survives: She let her prey live long enough to become something more.

v This foolish man won't stop disturbing himself, he's my prey and no escaping route for my preys, he was still running on the stair when his time was up, I used my power to make him slip on the stairs, he slipped and before he could land I use my power to catch. I warned him some months ago when he was threatening me that he will regret ever doing that, he doesn't know whom he has been dealing with. I plucked my fangs on his neck and began to drain his blood, I left a little strain of his blood before I release him and let him fell from the stairs, he fell and the little strain spread on the ground.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

Around her, the air shimmered with symbols I could not read but felt in my soul—a language of warning written in moonlight and shadow. I saw the coiled serpent, its scales the color of dried blood, slithering silently across the floor of the Blood Nest’s great hall. Then the images blurred, overlaying one another: Varek’s cold, satisfied smile, Lila’s eyes burning with a desperate ambition, and the serpent, rising to strike.

His lips were inches from my ear. “Keep close,” he murmured, almost gently. “You’re the kind they like to steal.” I hissed, shoved his arm off. “Don’t touch me.” He only smirked. Eventually, we reached it—the Viper’s nest. A massive, graffiti-stained warehouse squatting like a beast over a muddy lot. The moment Kaspian stepped through the rusted doors, the entire room shifted. Laughter stopped. Cards hit tables. The atmosphere morphed into razor-wire tension.