Overwatch Viper Novels & Stories

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

Suddenly, her eyes widened on seeing her dad limp on the ground as she rushed to him. "Papa!" He exclaimed as she panicked greatly, she placed her ears on his chest feeling his heartbeat but it was really slow and weak. His breath had seized too. In a haste, she quickly hired a taxi before rushing Antonio to the hospital. ★★★★★ DARK VIPERS CLAN* CYBER CELL••• Just as Lucifer stepped in, the six vipers turned around and bowed their head slightly. BLAZE, LILA, ONYX, HELLCAT, VENOM, SCAR..... They are all called the Clan vipers because they are mostly chosen for missions.

With inky black hair, thin eyes, pointy nose, tall and muscular figure, this man was a perfect definition of a Greek God. The whole of his right arm was covered with tattoos, making him look even more dangerous. A knock came up on his door "Come in" His voice resonated. The door to his room opened and Viper walked in with the usual cold look on his face. "Aurelio, the mission you gave Cheetah was successful. The thief has been caught, turns out to be a girl" Viper said, walking to Aurelio. Viper is Aurelio's closest ally. He's the coldest in the clan, you'll never see him smile or laugh. The only person he has long conversation with is Aurelio.

Inside were several bottles and jars. He spat out a mouthful of blood and demanded, "Which bottle is the antidote?" Viper knelt on the floor under restraint. Blood poured from his stomach. His face had gone paper white, yet he showed no sign of pain. He remained expressionless. "Alan Princeton, falling into your hands was my oversight. Do with me what you will." Alan's brow tightened. Viper was this badly injured, yet he showed no pain. He seemed less than human. A man who feared neither pain nor death would be almost impossible to break.

he grabbed it, “I have to use other means of acquiring sustainable energy since you decided to go rogue on the mission of killing speedsters and delivering their speed to me!” “It was personal,” Kristina snapped. “Fuck personal!” Trevor put the object in a bag and he and Kristina turned to leave. “The police are already here,” came Kristina again, “your guys are probably all dead and the plan is already going to shit.” “Not just yet...” Trevor responded, gesturing at the big gun behind his back. Viper ran up a wall, with bullets planting themselves onto it from behind her as they all missed her. She flew over one of the armed men before descending with a drop kick, sending the man crashing i

Seen her test exits casually while pretending not to and observed her wear one of my shirts like she hadn’t been hired to kill me weeks earlier. They’d watched her handcuff me to my own vehicle. And still, somehow, none of them understood the full scale of the problem standing three floors above us. “Ask what you’re going to ask,” I said. Kaelen’s hand shot up instantly. “She really is Viper?” he asked. “Underground Viper. Eastern network assassin. Seventeen confirmed kills?” “Twenty-three,” Zaric corrected absently. Kaelen blinked. “Twenty-three?” “She doesn’t leave witnesses often enough for anyone to know for sure,” Zaric said.

I added as I recalled the cups of coffee Connor was taking there. "We can futher our search from there. I'm sure we'll find them in no time." Dante looked satisfied enough to tuck his gun under his belt. "Wait..." Connor suddenly called out in a raspy voice. "You have to leave him alone. He has nothing to do with it." He commented. "Who are you talking about?" I asked. "Victor Viper." Connor replied. As far as I know, Victor Viper is the faceless leader of the Vipers.

“Moving toward the back of the room.” On the screen, I watched Viktor’s heat signature detach from the crowded poker table. He clapped another man on the shoulder, laughing, his movements wide and confident with whiskey and a successful bluff. He was heading for the private washrooms in the west wing. This was it. The moment his arrogance would blind him. “All teams, status,” I commanded into my comm. “Viper Two is in the west corridor. Clear,” came the first response. “Viper Three is in position by the service exit. Standing by,” said the second.

She sighed in relief even though she was shocked at the discovery of the king being her saviour. Suddenly she looked up at the maid who was filling the glass of water for her, "But why am I feeling so much pain? Her whole body is hurting." The maid sighed forwarding the glass towards the omega before answering. "It's an aftereffect of vampire wine, the wine is specifically made for vampires, and even vampires like me, lowly ranked can't handle it, then why do you a werewolf think that you can handle it." This silenced Zinnia, she didn't ask another question and grabbed the glass before chugging on the water like she had been thirsty for years.

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