Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

he roared. His voice echoed off the stone walls. Vortigern was a tall, middle-aged man with sharp features and a neatly trimmed beard streaked with gray. His eyes were gray and cold as steel blades. He wore a black doublet embroidered with golden serpents — the symbol of his house. Around the table sat his closest advisors: General Draven, Chancellor Aldric, and, seated slightly apart in the shadows, Malachar himself. The sorcerer wore a dark purple robe. His skin was excessively pale, almost translucent, and black veins ran across his neck and hands. His eyes were completely black, with no visible white.

Matilda, her eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction, speaks to him in a voice that is both commanding and seductive. "Rise, my knight. Rise and serve your maker, and her maker… your new king—William, your conqueror, now and forever." And so Percy rises, no longer a man but a vampyre, bound to the service of the Night King, William the Conqueror. Together with Matilda, they carve a path of blood and death across England, their reign of terror unmatched in its cruelty. The creature that now haunts Demika's visions, the beast that once served William, was their companion, a monstrous pet bred for hunt, for war and destruction.

“Then let’s make it quick. Where’s Voren’s fortress, Kael? What’s he planning with Lena?” Kael’s eyes dart to the blade, sweat mixing with blood on his skin. “You won’t kill me. The Conclave’s soft—always has been. Jorah’s weakness, Elara’s dreams… pathetic.” His words ignite something in me, a fury deeper than primal instinct. I seize the lunar snare, pouring my power into it, silver light flaring. The threads constrict, slicing deeper into Kael’s flesh, carving crimson lines across his chest, arms, thighs. He screams, the sound raw, animalistic, his aura flickering wildly. The blood oath’s brand pulses, shadow-realm energy leaking like smoke, and my new sight catches fragments—images of Vo

The forest trembled beneath the weight of wings. Shadows slid across, blotting out the stars, fifty hunters of nightmare, bound by blood-oath and gold glided effortlessly. The Wyverns came first. Twenty-five scaled reapers, their sinewed bodies gleaming like wet iron beneath the moon. Their wings were vast, membranous sails, beating against the treetops. Spines ridged their backs like serrated blades, and from their fanged maws dripped venom that hissed where it struck the leaves. Their eyes burned with the dull red of banked embers — cold, intelligent and merciless.

Domenik moved first. He shoved Eirwen behind a pillar of burnished obsidian just as the breach cracked wide and the first of them came through. Várgr. Not masked. Not stealth. Armored in matte black, faces painted with bone-white streaks, eyes wild behind mirrored lenses. Two in front, three behind, formation precise—until the leader spotted Domenik. Then precision bled into rage. “LAEV!” the wolf snarled, raising his weapon. But Eirwen was faster.

The details were too crude for Mell's likings but he figured it was the quickest he could pull off in battles and his boisterous laugh showcased his satisfaction. Varanus roared at the earth knight, seemingly furious of being forced to lower himself in front of it. Mell dropped his hand and the knight followed, swinging the tomahawk down to Varanus. The lizardman roared as he stopped the attack with all of his might. The stone blade was just meters away from his furious, reptilian head.

Amongst them, Ares was forgiving. Arthurian, the first among the twins. He had heterochromia, his left eye red, and the other— blue. His hair, black. One can see him in only two places in the Dark City — the archives and the night inn— for sure, surrounded by ladies. He was called the snake of the family, the master of whisperers, and the Midnight Legion's source of intel. He is conniving, conning, and sly. When one lays eyes on his pink-colored robes, one must be careful to speak.

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight.

In anger, he directly pierced Hagrid's throat with a spear, and the blood mixed into the salty sea water. The blue ocean was immediately occupied by red blood, and the salty taste was replaced by the smell of blood.This was an extremely tragic battle, and all the siren almost fought the pirates with a mortal mentality. The Black Wolf Baker and the siren Aurora were side by side, and they were both fighting on the battlefield.If I can't use magic, I can only hold a short dagger as a weapon.Although the siren's singing can hurt people, it has no effect on pirates.To some extent, it has no effect on all marine life.

The black King Cobra King Cobra Kai's body that Violet dismembered was already behind them. "You hunted monsters on the continent of Kalenex?" inquired Ignis as the guardian of the continent of Kalenex. "Don't worry, it's from the labyrinth in the city of Araves, Victor's minion who recently did the Demon Lord evolution," Erin explained to Ignis. "Ahh okay," "Okay Mister Al, but it takes a long time to dry," Jade said as she put the snake pieces into her dimensional storage. "There's a real Dragon, could you please help dry it," I said, glancing at Ignis.