Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

She was captivated once more by his pretty face. “Magor, my company and I are ready now. The Queen is probably there already, expecting us earlier than the rest.” Finrod declared. “My brethren shall be descending here in a moment.” Magor looked back to the isle she came from. Three more dragons came down to their ship with the same fashion as Magor’s. The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore.

At some point, they had even joined me. Later in the evening, Orien came to pick me up. During the ride home we had a chit-chat. I learned that he wasn't just Head of Knights, he was Gawain's childhood and best friend. He told me about Gawain's childhood. Prince Dameon had been brought up from birth as the heir to the throne. Being trained as well. Gawain never had interest in those things. He'd stuck to books and the first time he had been forced to wield a sword, he'd cut himself. According to Orien, Gawain had frozen on seeing his own blood. Thereafter, he began shaking. Gawain dreaded the sight of blood. It had also taken him a long time before he could go near knives or scissors or even

Beneath the black armor layered with wolfsbane and dark silver, great power pulsed wildly. Algebar De Rigel. Orion's new leader. Stronger, more dangerous, and more ruthless than any enemy they had ever faced. He raised his hand, and the ground beneath their feet trembled. Waves of poison energy spread, making the air feel heavy and suffocating. "You think you can stop us?" His voice was deep, echoing throughout the terrain. "You, three half-human, half-beast creatures, dare to go against the will of the world?" Altair took a step forward, his teeth clenched tightly.

Agreement. This was right. This was justice. "Wait for me," Sera whispered, pressing one hand to her chest where the mate bond had once lived, warm and golden and perfect. Now there was just scar tissue and ice. "This won't take long. Six weeks-maybe eight at most. And then..." She didn't finish the sentence. Didn't say what would happen then, after the revenge was complete and Kael Stormridge was destroyed and Marcus was avenged. She didn't know if there would be anything left of her after. Didn't know if she cared.

as if she was cutting mere pieces of wood into half. Larice blew past through the men like a gust of wind. She sheathed back her rapier and walked towards the child, leaving the hunters in shock of their broken swords. Gray Viper was an ancient weapon from the far country of the elves in Asveneas. Its blade was made of Elyfean steel, bathed and blessed by the Tree of Genia. Countless wielders had swung it for thousands of years until Riqui the Swordmaster died and passed it unto Larice. Only fools like these three hunters would go against the ancient blade using plain, silver swords.

A long time ago, they used to be what people call, normal humans. They lived their lives like any child from a noble family. However, there is one thing that made them different compared to other children, even to those of other noble families. Orion, Venus and Reed belong to the Martel clan. Their vampire blood however, originally didn’t have anything to do with the Martel clan. It was because of who married to the Martel clan and her descendants, like her, carried the curse that originated from her father.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

"They seem to hate him.” Mika’s playfulness drops for a moment as he replies. "They are called the Black Vipers. They've hated Theon for a long time, for two reasons: he's better than them, and he killed their boss. Theon has had a bounty on his head for a very long time, but they can't get their hands on him. Trust me, when you're in this line of business, you get more enemies than a Mafia boss." Soren swallows deeply. “Is that why he can't have a mate?”

"Although I must explain to Seraphina how, as a family, they will be essential allies... perhaps a future betrothal in distant lines?" She looked at the next family on the list and her eyes lit up a little with hope. "House Velwraithe." Here, her eyes even dared to smile, as her mind worked and pressed a little harder. One, the Commander of the Royal and Noble Guard, Lord Sylen, and the other, her Commander in chief, Lord Everen. Sadly, Lord Sylen's mate was lost in the last Harpy war, and they had never had the luxury of having a clutch. Everen, on the other hand... he and his mate Orla had two clutches, the first was. Vexanna Velwraithe, their eldest and only daugher, and Vorian Velwraithe