Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

Thunder rolled his eyes and replied with a snort. "Whatever the evil way, I have to catch the rat while it's still healthy!" Giving out a satisfied sigh, Amethyst spoke unintelligibly through her clenched teeth. "Prince Dwight is the most prestigious vampire of all generations. You know that he will want something in return for his help— do you have something dearest, Althea?" Thunder suddenly questioned. "A siren's blood and a red ribbon—?" "MELPOMENE!" A familiar voice rumbled in the inside of the chambers of her ears— a sharp pain punctured her shoulder blades. Her eyes darkened as she tried to fight an oppressive thought that suddenly weighed down her head.

The chanting grew louder as the Coven lifted their hands to the sky in unison, and just before the dragonlord hit the dirt, a shimmering veil cocooned him, lowering him gently to the ground instead. Kuramitsuha's body seemed to ripple, at the same time, Quinley yelled "Wyverns!" in warning, and with horror, Jarvis realized that the "rippling" on the dragon's body, was actually several wyverns aggressively biting and shaking Kuramitsuha's skin, injecting him with a numbing venom as they began to feast upon his flesh. Morgana fiercely threw herself onto her mate, hacking at the wyverns, and when that wasn't fast enough, she began biting them, injecting her own venom before savagely tearing the

She knew nothing about him but if he is willing to fight alongside her to defeat this monster then she can give him her respect. "Names Aurelius." He introduced, his eyes never leaving the monster. "So what type of enemy are we facing?" "Chimera. Mythical rank, with Divinity C. One of the 10 Great beasts and even though this one's just a Counterfeit, it still holds true to its reputation. Snakehead shoots out poison, goathead can shoot lightning, and the lion body is almost invincible. Its belly is its greatest weakness. A pleasure meeting you, by the way, I'm Ruby." she replied without batting him an eye.

Charlotte gulps and looks at Theo’s terrified face and Azraiel’s scared one. “What is it?” Charlotte asks Katya as she stands up, grateful for Azraiel’s arms around her. Katya looks at Azraiel and then at Charlotte. “It-It’s Wolfsbane.”

"You called, your lordship." "Have you located the second Ork?" "Not yet, my lordship, we are waiting on Storm for more directions." His face took on a pained expression. "It seems the earthling's love life is more important to him." Rage's face contorted. "What do you mean? Speak up!" "Germaine and Keratin are . . . destined mates." "I charge you to steal the Ork and bring it to me." "As you wish, your lordship." The creature bowed.

The draekon leaned into her touch and closed its eyes. On contact, his voice flooded in her mind. Rhaenyx Maltalor, you are a warrior of great strength. He began speaking to her in an ancient language, one she couldn't comprehend at all. His voice echoed in her mind, then the ancient phrase repeated once more. Rhae felt his energy flood into her body, mixing with her magic. She felt his soul embracing her own, allowing strength to flood through her. Nira, Akia, Erva, he whispered into her mind.

Arthur’s head is on a swivel as he glances between Ryatt and Misty. “Soren needs to hear it. He spent more time with the Viper than anyone, and if the people you saw in the portal are anything like the Viper–” “They weren’t the same,” Misty says on a breath, glaring. She turns to Soren, shaking her head. “They didn’t have the ears. They weren’t exceedingly tall like you described. They had–they had fangs–” “Not the same,” Arthur muses, then slowly maneuvers off the table and hobbles his way to a ladder leaning against the bookshelves.

A hiss, soft yet cutting, like silk tearing. A voice followed, cool and amused. “Still fighting it, little dove? You’ll tear yourself apart.” Serenya’s breath caught. The mist thickened in the valley, curling around stone and wolf alike. And from the haze stepped a woman cloaked in black silk, her raven-dark hair gleaming as though the moon itself bent to her. Emerald eyes pierced the glow of Serenya’s mark. Lady Maelis Orvenne. The battlefield stilled. Even Eryndor slowed, his lip curling as though the taste of her presence soured him.

Mate. Her mate is the Lycan King of Tenebrous. Vaelen's hand swept up and down her side, and slowly, the room grew dark until, once again, it felt as though she was using her power to find his beast—but no, that wasn't the case. The whole room was engulfed in thick darkness, darker than night, a storm of it and they were all coming from Vaelen. His beast was on the surface, calling to her, she could feel it now, so she answered—for him, she’d glow.

Two smaller boxes made of higher quality wood boxes were placed on top of them. I walked over and opened them both. One had a blood-red centre, while the other had a brown, murky appearance. Analyze! [Core of Poison Wyvern ] Rank-Unique Type-Dragon [Sentient of Cursed Eladrin] Rank-Unique??? Type-Fey The wyvern is magnificent, but what has Wise given me this time? Eladrin? And it was a cursed one at that. Will it attempt to murder me once I try to combine it with my summons?