Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

Perhaps his mother was royalty of the House of Lycans and had had an affair with a lowly man, resulting in him having Lycan blood. "Since you are now the Lord of the House of Lycans, Your Majesty, you can do whatever with the Direwolves," Henri explained. Alpha Axel ascended the creaking stone stairs. Reaching the top, he peered down into the iron pit and saw four massive Direwolves prowling menacingly. Their fur shimmered in the dim light—Valkax, the white Direwolf, with eyes like frost; Gryndor, the grey Direwolf, silent and sleek as smoke; Thalor, the dusky Direwolf, whose presence seemed to absorb the light; and Nyxar, the black fury, whose growls resonated with a deep, primal rage.

Alpha Tyrion added and my mouth hung open with shock and fear. Shifters! How would I fight against those predators?

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

If you don't agree, let's have a noble duel. This time, Baron Lorient was provoked. To be honest, Baron Lorient was a fifth level magician. This level of combat power was considered quite good even among the nobles of the continent, after all, nobles relied more on inheritance than military strength. But Baron Stewart was a dragon vein warlock, so he couldn't really beat him.

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

“Do you accept the position of Head Alpha, accepting all the risks and responsibilities that come with the position?” “I do, Alpha Suter.” “Then take your seat and receive your mark,” Nino said. Malachi took his shirt off and sat down on the chair that Bryan brought over. It didn’t take long since the mark was just symbols added onto your Alpha mark. The first was the mark of Tiewas, the symbol for Tyr and it represented persistence over obstacles and justice. The second was the mark of Perthro, the symbol for the dice cup. It represented that your destiny at that moment was known to you, the road ahead was clear but could change as well. The third was the mark of Ansuz, the symbol for god a

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.

“His beast?” Velcira nodded, her eyes dark. “It is called Draumr-Veyr. Dream’s Venom. It does not merely burn the body. It seeps into the mind, twisting dreams until they bleed into waking. That is why she thrashes. That is why her breath falters. If left untended, it will not only take her life. It will strip her of herself piece by piece.” Marita’s throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you mean, strip her?”

She walked on Cyprian’s arm, her head held high, her mismatched eyes scanning the room with the boredom of a predator inspecting a petting zoo. Behind them marched Oryn and four knights of the Iron Legion. They were fully armored, their polished steel gleaming under the chandeliers. They didn't smile. They scanned for threats. "My god," a Baron whispered. "That necklace alone could buy my estate." Vespera heard him. She offered a small, terrifying smile. They moved through the crowd. The sea of nobles parted, terrified of brushing against the heavy furs or the cold steel. "They look frightened," Cyprian murmured, leaning down to her ear.