The Mountain Vs Viper Novels & Stories

“But, please notice that you’re tied, and not fucking zip-tied, because at least I’m a better man than you and your trained gorilla.” “You’re a dead man is what you are,” he said. “Nope. You tried that, and as you can see, I’m still alive.” “Not so pretty now, though, are you?” Viper said, smiling. “Yeah, but I’ll heal, and your face is stuck like that forever.” “I’ll gut you like a pig, right after I choke the life out your whore of a woman… right in front of you.” I smiled. “Who? Her?” I asked, pointing to Cricket who was sitting six feet behind him.

"The men we sent to monitor Viper have all lost contact." Isolde's breath hitched as a chill ran up her spine. "It's already the fifth day. Didn't they say Viper was dead?" When the monitors had requested orders to retrieve the body, she had been nearby and heard it herself. Ezra's face darkened. His jaw tightened. Those men had fought beside him through life and death for years, and now they were gone in the mountains. His voice came out rough. "We underestimated Viper. He was heavily injured, stranded in the freezing wilderness for three days and nights, and he still survived… He even managed to take out eight grown men…"

I swiped a paw over his face, my claws digging into his flesh and creating a large gash over his eye. He staggered to his feet and tried to pounce on me in return. I shifted my weight and pushed him to the side, making him lose his balance and fall over. I took the opportunity to bite down on his hind leg and he howled in pain. He twisted his body and clamped his jaws around my tail. It hurt, but I wasn’t badly injured. Viper, on the other hand, was bleeding heavily from his leg. Hopefully he would get sleepy from the blood loss and start making more mistakes.

To finally have his back hit the tree bark. "Bingo" Winking at the mysterious man, Mateo lifts up his leg. Blocking the person entirely. And for a second Viper felt dread. And there was every reason to. Because Mateo was not going to have any mercy. On rogues? Never. Tightening his grip on the knife, his father's dead face flashes in front oh his eyes. And he roots the knife in Viper's thigh. Breathing heavily. "Suffer you bastard*s" He roars looking at those brown eyes with hated,to get back nothing. Not even a single cry.

I whispered. "Not just his club." Viper handed me binoculars. "Look closer." I did. My breath caught. Mixed in with the Devil's Reign bikes were others. Different patches. Different colors. "He called in every ally he has," Viper explained. "The Iron Brotherhood from Nevada. The Wild Kings from Arizona. Even the Nomads from Texas. He promised them all a share of my territory if they help him get you back." He lowered his voice. "Do you understand what that means? He is willing to start a war that will reshape the entire MC landscape. All for you."

His eyes narrowed. "Twenty-five," Viper countered. "Thirty," Altair shot back instantly. "Thirty-five." "Fifty million," Altair said. A gasp went through the room. Fifty million credits. Viper stood up. He turned fully to face them. He walked slowly toward their table. "You have deep pockets, stranger," Viper said. His voice was oily. "Mr. Vane, isn't it?" "My pockets are none of your concern," Altair replied. He leaned back, feigning boredom, swirling his drink. "Sit down. You're blocking the view."

We all gather ourselves and stand in front of it and its dragon-like scales start flaring up and it starts huffing. "Are you guys sure that this is a viper?" Vaughen takes a step back, mind linking the team. "What, you scared?" Raider chuckles. "The first one to have its scales wins," The viper's nose flares up, and I can tell it's getting angry by the second. The viper suddenly gives us the biggest roar I've ever heard, fire coming out of its mouth. "You sure you still wanna win?" I grin, asking Raider. "Sure Alpha, what's life without a little adventure? You gonna get some burns to have the finer things in life."

The memory of his fallen warriors fueled his rage, giving him the strength to endure Viper's painful assault. Viper, on the other hand, fought with a cold, calculated precision. His attacks were deliberate, aimed at crippling his brother. He wanted to savor the moment of victory, to break Keir's spirit before delivering the final blow. Viper possessed an unnatural strength, fueled by the dark magic that coursed through his veins and years of training and enduring pains, waiting for this day. His blows were heavier, his movements more fluid. Keir was slowly being overpowered. His defenses were crumbling, his body protesting with every strained muscle.

She flew over one of the armed men before descending with a drop kick, sending the man crashing into another one of his comrades and they both hit the floor, leaving three more men still standing. They decided to make a run for it. “Oh no, you don't!” With a burst of speed, the Viper was onto them, delivering a powerful swipe with her right leg that knocked the trio to the ground where one still managed to get up. He lashed out at the speedster but he was no match for her speed, obviously as she blocked his fist with her right arm then going on to deliver a hook with her left arm, connecting with the man’s jaw which had him hitting the floor.

As Waylan reaches the road she is shocked to see a lot of people including policemen watching how the mountain was being burned down. The aeroplanes just left when they finish destroying the whole mountain. Waylan just cries, she can not do anything to save that mountain where vampires once lived. Then as she watched the mountain got destroyed, she heard some words from the people around her. "I told you there's a monster in that mountain, they deserve this, one day they will going to hurt us so they deserve to die now." an old lady from Waylan's back murmured.