Overwatch Viper Novels & Stories

It was incredibly obvious that the old guard of the club had been standing in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment of trouble to strike at me. "Well, well, well, look at what we have got right here," Viper sneered out loud, his face twisting into a mean smile. The jagged, ugly scar running across his throat made his deep voice sound incredibly raspy, rough, and hateful. "It is the President’s precious little civilian distraction. Do you see exactly what your presence in this house is costing our club brothers, girl?"

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Leo held his breath, finger resting beside the HK’s trigger guard. A blinding flash erupted *beyond* the patrol, further down the ledge. Not an explosion. A brilliant, strobing pulse of light, accompanied by a simulated gunfire sound – a diversion charge. The Viper operatives reacted instantly, snapping their weapons towards the distraction, shouting guttural commands in Russian. They were exposed, backs momentarily turned to the cliff face above.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

"I'm not your love. I'll never love you, Derek. You killed my husbands and kidnapped me!" I grin at her, gripping her chin tightly. "I'm going to kill your friends, too. I will be the center of your world. You and the viper bitch will be me to fuck you. You are both going to please me any way I see fit. I will not let my men touch you. You are mine alone. The Viper, though, will be a good little toy from my men. She and Carter both. I'll get that boy back and he'll be my little pet again. The way I broke him, I'm going to break her and your stripper."

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

Vic tried not to roll her eyes as she leaned forward and allowed him to adjust the piece to fit discreetly in her ear and hide behind her hair before clipping to the back of her mock collar. As Rocco’s fingers led the thin clear wire down her throat Vic tried not to shiver at the scorching trail his feathered touch left behind. “Something making you nervous,” Rocco asked in a low tone and Vic leaned back just enough to look into his eyes, “yea, I’m nervous I might have a muscle spasm and punch you in the throat,” she growled through clenched teeth when the sound of Max’s laughter tickled through the earpiece now resting discreetly inside her left ear. Rocco’s lip curled in a snarl as he sat

Each one stacked neatly atop the other, marked only by numbers and cryptic symbols. "What the hell is this place?" Vargo muttered, almost reverently. I moved to the nearest crate, my curiosity overriding my hesitation. The old wood creaked as I pried the lid open. Nestled within, surrounded by foam and cloth, was a sniper rifle unlike anything I'd ever seen. Sleek. Matte black. Modified beyond standard military specs. I reached in and lifted it carefully. Its weight was solid. Cold. Deadly. "The Viper-X," I read the label etched along the barrel.

⸻ As soon as Coach stepped out, the team group chat exploded. Jesse: Yoooo new Viper drop just hit. Connor: Bro, he’s insane for this one. Tariq: He’s doing yoga now? Or is that p**n disguised as yoga? Jesse: Reed, bet you got it bookmarked already. Adrian didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His silence was already an answer. He pulled up the video. MidnightViper in low light, spine arched in a way that made Adrian’s throat tighten. Fluid movements. Bared skin. The slow drag of fingertips across sculpted hips.

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.