Oberyn Martell Viper Novels & Stories

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

Day and night, they were subjected to relentless pressure, their bodies strained to the breaking point, until they finally cracked and revealed their evil plans. Eryndor's pack rushed to Vergina's pack, arriving just in time to impart their magical healing power before the werewolves attacked. As the bloody battle commenced, Vergina's troops felt the Lord's power coursing through their hearts, granting them divine aid. Though some fell, their numbers were fewer than expected, and the survivors were swiftly healed. Eryndor's strength surged, bolstered by the success of their timely intervention.

And thus began the Maleficent Air Tournament, the most prestigious and longest-running wyvern racing tournament in all three worlds. The noble elf who went through all this trouble was a grandson of the Ellenis Royal Family, and his name was Sycarus la Montagne el'Varel. His son is Colin la Montagne el'Varel, twentieth in line to the Ellenis Throne, and my childhood friend. Wyverns are native to Ellenis, and Colin adores them. He's also a complete racing nut, and he's the reason his father spent nearly a decade in the Earth Wildlands taming unbreakable vines so that his wyverns would have a proper playground.

A Manticore. A what?” “The creature that attacked you. I can tell by the marks on your body.” Onika dug into her bag, pulling out a bowl, a mango, and a stirring club. “Dammit. I need a wild orchid to make the anti-venom. I can’t heal a bite from a manticore without it. Nelson always keeps an extra batch with him…” “Nelson,” Kyle uttered. Save Nelson, Please.” “I’ll save him as soon as you’re patched up.” Onika promised.”

In all my years of palace training, of listening to council meetings and enduring the elders endless droning about alliances, I had never once heard that word. Orion gave me a look like I was clueless. “Of course you haven’t. Rogues don’t get Lances. Can’t. They’re not bound to the moon anymore. Lances are rare wolves born with cores. Abilities that make them different from everyone else. Mirabel’s officially marked as Black Core.” Mirabel’s mouth curved slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Draven cut in, matter-of-fact. “That’s just what they think. Truth is, she’s more than that. Half-dragon.”

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

Queen complained angrily. "Calm down, don't get too agitated, Queen," Black Axe said to her. Queen sighed, "I'm sorry, it's just..." "Listen to me, there's a man called Anthony Baltimore, he's based in Panama." "Anthony Baltimore.....Baltimore, why does that name sound familiar?" Queen wondered. "Because that's your real name, your family name." "Baltimore is my family name, and I didn't know. I've been bearing Queen Andre Scorpion all my life."

How can I let it go like this? The bastard who hurt her is going to be dead soon. Eventually, a week after, Brayden Marshall was beheaded by Prince Rhyker.