Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

He felt his sword grow even more powerful in his hands. It was thirsting for blood, and the snakehead that Martiny was holding back was the perfect prey. “Die!” Martiny didn’t dare slack off and continued attacking even with Alex’s help. Her sword glistened with crystal blue light, forming a hundred-meter ray in her hand. Roar!!! The snake cried in pain again. A large wound that was dozens of meters deep broke into the monster’s skin, causing it to bleed profusely. As a result, when Martiny attacked the back of the snake’s neck, it increased its defense, limiting the power of her attacks.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

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”