Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

With a flick of her wrist, a long and curved serpent sword appeared in her hand. The sword moved in the air and took down two villagers with it. As one of the five Dark Occult Guardians, Viper was just as powerful as Toad. The villagers were no match for her. However, Tyr, with the Ormr Dagger in hand, ran forward and split Viper’s serpent sword in half. Inches away, the Ormr Dagger came straight at Viper. It was so fast. She did not even have time to react. Yet, an elder behind suddenly shouted, “Keep her alive, Mr. Summers!”

"Elena! Honestly, you're something else. Keep your fantasies to yourself for a moment, would you? We need to focus. Now, what about the others?" Elena chuckles, her eyes still twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright. Two of them are dragons—Axel Drakonis and Morgana Ash. Both have excellent records in security and protection. They've served as personal guards for some very high-profile figures in the supernatural world. Their strength and firepower are unmatched. "The last one is a vampire named Viktor Steele. He's been in the protection business for over two centuries, with a spotless reputation. He's known for his speed, agility, and keen senses. There's very little that escapes his not

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Mar turned in mid air and landed next to the sniper. “You dare ignore me?!” hissed Venet as he sent a volley of sharp winds towards the two. “Vortex round!” Lilith cried, slamming a red bullet into her rifle in record speed and blasting it at the pissed out mage. A flaming vortex shot out of her weapon, getting bigger at it made its way towards Venet. It engulfed the wind he aimed at the two and got even bigger. The viper cursed as he jumped out of the way, only to see Mar standing right where he landed. Mar quickly jabbed the crest upon his chest, sending him hurling to the ground, his token in pieces.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

And the commander of the elves was Martina, the emperor of Bliaviroth. " Your majesty..?" Tears of happiness rolled down the chief commander's eyes as he swung his blade and cut off the attacking vampires. The werewolves and the vampires looked up all together at the golden knights on dragons. The eyes of king Alexander Volkov dropped off in shock; he would have never expected the involvement of the Elven kingdom in the battle between werewolves and vampires. " Alexander Volkov, today is the day I will slice your head off and send you back to your daughter Scarlett," Martina laughed at stunned Alexander.

Rather they were green-gold and long and thin like a reptile's. "What the fuck?" I breathed. Kiema turned to look at her mate. "Oh, that's Tenny. He's the dragon that Saint holds. They did a convergence spell so Saint could keep Tenny, and Tenny could still exist. They share a form but have two consciousnesses." "How old are you Tenny?" Saint's face shifted into a close approximation of disgust. "That is my Mate's name for me. You may call me Ten or Tennotith. I'm well into my tens, young man."

He had the face of a warrior, hard with scars on his face. Votigern considered answering the question, if there was any other thing he hated it was being asked questions. That was the whole point of being Lord, he was ruler over all, and he didn’t need to explain his actions to anyone at all. No matter how rash and poorly thought out it appeared to be. This was Nero however and he deserved an answer, “Avalon houses the greatest blacksmith to ever live. We have come here to sharpen our weapons and get new ones if need be”

Made of seven interlocking rings of magic. It didn’t just mark an attack. It marked a summoning. And the name scrawled in blood-red ink beneath it made my breath freeze in my lungs. Velarion. He wasn't just a warlock. He was an ancient. One of the Forgotten. Fuck. There were no no boundaries they wouldn't cross.

Nova asked. “This is anguis stella, or better known as sun snake. It loves to devour dark magic. You can feed the marble to the snake and let it eat the dark magic. Seeing as your shadow is not technically dark magic, it should be fine,” Jaime explained while looking down at the sun snake. “Should be?” Ares asked, picking up on the possibility of Horatio being hurt. “You’re the seer boy, take a look and see.” Ares stilled for a moment, letting me know he was looking into his future. It was harder for him to see his own future than others, so it took a while, but eventually he leaned his forward and stared into the glass cage of the snakes.