Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

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.

said Erin, standing in front of Prince Maretus a few meters away. "Ohh so you're the devil who has tarnished the teachings of the Goddess of Light!?" Maretus drew his sword at Erin, but she blocked it with her index finger nails. "Your teachings are heretical, idiot!" Erin shouted angrily. "You really are devils who need to be purified!" Maretus backed away then put all his energy into his sword. Silver sword and white magic which is the weakness of vampires. Erin knew that but she wasn't afraid of it because she couldn't hurt herself.

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.

To control the Wyvern, we hired a human who had good communication skills with the dragon animal. His name is Keenan. Not every wyvern wants to get close to the werewolves because they look cruel, brutal, violent and terrible, only certain creatures have an affinity with the wyverns, such as humans, elves and legendary witches. Only a few werewolves were successfully taught by Keenan to subdue Wyverns, and they were also directly employed by King Drakela when he wanted to travel far and use Wyverns.

“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.

At the same time, a blinding flash of lightning erupted from Christine's raised left hand, consuming two zero-level spell slots to instantly cast the zero-level spell 'Flash'. The sudden flash blinded everyone, including Iber, and they could see nothing. Strangle! A dagger emerged from Christine's right wrist (see Assassin's Creed). Swoosh! The dagger, made of various magical metals including mithril, instantly sliced through Iber's neck with the strength of a fourth-level warrior. Pop! Blood spurted from the severed head, spraying Nazan the mage and the maid with it, while Christine managed to dodge it. Plop, Iber's head and the headless corpse fell to the ground at the same time.

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

It turned, roared, and charged its former kin. One became three. Three became ten. Raven’s commands were surgical now—advanced mastery from weeks in the obsidian chamber. She didn’t raise armies; she raised precision weapons. A fallen Valrosian knight rose with blade still in hand, turning on the demonkin mage who had gutted him. A war-hound’s corpse lunged at its pack leader, tearing through crimson hide with unnatural strength.