Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

Three blades crossed over a broken crown. The heirs. Three of them rode at the front. The first was a woman, tall and lean, with hair the color of fresh blood. Her eyes were violet, like Malric’s had been. Magic rolled off her in waves. Sera Dravok. The mage-heir. The second was a man, broad-shouldered, scarred from jaw to collarbone, holding a war-axe that looked too heavy for any normal man. His grin was feral. Kael’s cousin. Orin Dravok. The war-heir.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

How could it be so difficult for Alpha Marcus to throw them off? "I used my mind, my Lord. And the poison began to spread immediately because he became weak." The bigger one answered and bowed his head simultaneously. They guessed it was one of the deadliest poisons since it reacted immediately but then a mere Drudge Vampire couldn't possess the deadliest poison. Only a Grand Elder of the Volturi could possess such poison so how was it possible that it reacted immediately?

He studied the nails from his left hand. Droyn drank more mead. "Gorn, Tizgar, Hewe, and I had to pass some tests to become mercenaries. We have gained the trust of the Orc's leader of the Erylas outpost." He put the goblet on the table. "Were's Kerra?" The snowcat stuck her little head out from Rhobart's shoulder bag and let out a brief hiss. "Hiding," Rhobart said. Kerra got back into the bag.

Now the worst thing anyone can do in front of a snake is to tremble and I do that, of all things. The reptile sees this and it rears its fangs, hissing at me with its long pink tongue. Ooohhh…down boy. Go back to your papa. Marty reaches out with another hand to stroke the snake’s head. “It’s a dwarf viper,” he says, “One bite and its venom can kill a mere mortal in ten minutes. Thirty at most for us werewolves.” I swallow hard. My body tightens and my heart pounds like crazy. I want to scream, but I endure it. Don’t come near me, don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.

All the while Miranda listened, she felt her heart drop, break and a rage within her build up, the person that she had come looking for, was a archdragon, a liar and practically abandoned her after knowing almost everything she had faced and been facing, “You saw one side of the coin, did you even bother to stay and hear what that monster said, to see what he did?” Winstrain stood quietly, he could see that he was going to face Miranda’s wrath and there was no way of escaping. He was wrong and he would take the punishment

“Orion?” “He was a hybrid wolf and a powerful warlock. For gold coins and Euvens, he would do anything and everything. He promised me that he would find a way to break the magic of the crown and then steal the throne. I deserve it. Mateo Storm is weak and useless. He wouldn’t know what to do with the kingdom, or how to keep the dragons in line.” His mother whispered something and he laughed. “Remember, the crown is more precious than everything else,” Tymeria Blackstone said.

Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits.

Seeing him just be knocked onto his rear didn’t give me the satisfaction that I wanted. Stalking toward him, I had half a mind to just put an end to him. He might be a Dragon and a valuable one at that, but my Mate was currently unconscious and I only had him to blame. Crouching down next to him, I watched as he rubbed his jaw and even spit up a little blood.

The moment the door closed, I plopped on the sofa, as if that exchange took all of my energy. Daphne's phone was still on the table, filled with chats that were still active. From where I sat, I could see the curses and pictures edited with ill-intent directed toward me. That was a group chat filled with my haters, and my daughter was the group admin. My heart was numb with sadness. I reached and grabbed for the phone, seeing the group announcement my daughter had just posted. "Today, we'll flood that old viper's tags!" Old viper—that was what they called me. Before I left the entertainment industry, I was well-known for my slightly upturned eyes, but my haters loved calling me a viper inste