Overwatch Viper Novels & Stories

Hell, her reaction this morning wasn't even an overreaction if they ask him. However, her thirst for the truth will definitely put her to danger. It worries him that she might cross borders that are not meant for humans to step over. That's the main reason why hunters like him exist. They are the only ones who can move and poke their noses into human and vampire businesses. Her lights went out and he even saw her silhouette as she moved to the wall before the lights went off. That was his cue to go inside and walk upstairs. Mrs. Dawson is already waiting in front of her own unit.

“1337 meters west northwest.” She then sent a ping across her team’s systems and relayed a rough estimation of their opponent’s path. “Want us to intercept?” asked Freya. “Negative,” replied Xylo. “I’ll try for it first.” — Pilot: Xylo Role: Overwatch Loadout: Terra Nach Mar “Phantom” Mechanized Infiltrator v5 [B] Federal Shipyards MP55p Machine Pistol [C] Federal Shipyards “Citadel” Tower Shield [B]

Her body went rigid, her fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket as she could somewhat sense the danger. The predatory aura of Varek that had haunted her ever since she met him. Mark blinked, unsure if what he was seeing was real. “What are you doing? Those..those are silver, you’ll hurt yourself!” Varek’s gaze flicked briefly to the doctor before returning to Maya. “They’re not for me,” he said simply, his tone low and threatening. Mark’s throat went dry. “Alpha, please, she’s still healing—” the words stuck in his throat after one look from Varek.

This wouldn't be like fighting Razor or the others. Viper was a specialist, she'd come prepared. The referee went through the standard rules. We touched gloves. Viper's grip was firm, her smile sharp. "Let's see if the Ghost is as good as they say," she murmured. The bell rang. Viper didn't charge. Instead, she circled, studying me, forcing me to make the first move. I recognized the tactic, she was baiting me into revealing my preferred patterns. I obliged, launching a combination that I'd used successfully in three previous fights.

"Why did I ever doubt you, Princess!? You always come through for us!" "Take it. Give the rest to the Pack." Viper didn't hesitate. He took a sip. The effect was instantaneous. Viper’s back arched, his mouth opening in a silent scream as his veins turned a glowing, electric blue. The dislocated bone in his shoulder snapped back into place with a pop. His fur seemed to sharpen, turning a deep charcoal that shimmered with static. He exploded upward. He sprinted across the arena, a streak of blue light. He slid the canister to Mako, who caught it mid-roll, taking a sip and passing it on.

Our brothers, Owen and Marcus, say through a mind link. I stop my howling, and when I do, the light fades from around me and the water comes rushing back to where it belongs. I stagger slightly as I give control back to Juniper. I need a nap. (Juniper’s P.O.V) Coventina hands control back over to me, shifting back to my human form. Dakota rushes toward me as my knees buckle, and my body starts to fall to the ground. Titan, my father’s wolf, comes up alongside me, helping Dakota to hold me up. They’re both injured, Dakota more so than Titan, but I don’t have the energy for anything right now. Titan and Dakota lead me out of the clearing, my body feeling heavy and exhausted from the drain of e

Dante's voice blurred from my ears again, and my thoughts carried me to the previous night, and how I almost, effectively, took out our true opponent before I was stopped by a single phone call from Dante. My eyes stole towards the Vipers and settled on their leader, Victor Viper. That man killed his own father to become the leader of his city, and he didn't bat an eye to marry off his only daughter to a monster like myself, even after what he claimed she went through in the hands of his enemies. Dante fell for it, and so did Elijah Smith. But I'm no fool. I'm no idiot. The Vipers are what they are. They are a bunch of snakes pretending to be allies of the web. They will not fool me, and the

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

“But it works for them.” “I guess that’s all that matters,” she said, still trying to imagine how the hell that living situation looked. “So… so what then?” “Well, Crusher was dead, so his Veep stepped up to the Presidency,” Wolf said. “A sick and twisted motherfucker named Viper, but none of us counted him as much. I mean, he was always overshadowed by Crusher – a fuckin’ brutal and violent guy, even in this world – so we figured he’d be harmless by comparison, you know?”

I knew what I was doing, awakening memories he must be trying so hard to forget, but I had a plan. To my surprise, he breathed normally and continued walking away without sparing me a glance. And that's how I knew he was starting to get suspicious of me. If he didn't reply to me then, not only was he aware I was up to something, he was the kind of man who was calm and dangerous like his team name implies. Vipers. Before I stepped foot into Silverclaw Academy, I had already studied the four core members of the Vipers—Jaxon Steele, Kai Maddox, Zane Rivers, and Leo Hart. Each one is a fortress of secrets, power, and danger.