The Mountain Vs Viper Novels & Stories

Cisco and Cleopatra nodded and immediately went to do their job Viper began walking fast to a particular direction as he made a phone call "Indigo, check the cameras planted in the clan and tell me where are our enemies location" Viper said "I can't! All the cameras in the clan were infested with virus, I can't seen to access it" Indigo said typing fast on the keyboard with Scythe and Vitto working on theirs "We have another snitch in the clan" Viper hissed, thinking of no one else but Cheetah

In this city, the Vandals were known to be ruthless mercenaries just like in Pine Creek. Except this time, they attended the rival school. And no one likes that school. "Are you ready!?" I asked Viper. He wiped his face. "I shouldn't be doing this tonight. Something will go wrong!" he said ominously. "What is it!?" He sighed. "Never mind! Let's do this!" We'd only been dating a couple of weeks but I already knew he was not much of a talker. He liked to keep things close to the chest.

“I’ll try not to fall asleep.” Viper snorted and rode forward to the enclosure. He accepted the gun, rolled his neck once, and when the buzzer went off, he sprinted into the field. Mirena watched his run from the screen. He was fast—undeniably so. His movements were aggressive, sharp, and fueled by ego. But compared to Golden Tiger, his rhythm was inconsistent. Where Tiger flowed, Viper lunged. Where Tiger anticipated, Viper reacted. By the time Viper finished the course, the results flashed across the screen.

The other patrons were not looking for trouble either and ditched their meals to leave. "This is Viper Gang turf. We don't take kindly to troublemakers," came a voice from the stairs. A middle-aged warlock stepped out, a hissing viper draped over his shoulder, backed by his own entourage. The scene was a classic showdown, the kind they saw when tough guys vied for control of prime real estate. Witch Mountain Village was a goldmine those days, and whoever claimed the top spot would rake in a hefty daily profit. "Viper, I'd take a step back if I were you. Play nice, and I'll let you keep a slice of the pie. Otherwise, you're just another notch on my blade," Skeleton taunted, slinging his alloy

Viper holds his hand up to high-five me. ‘Welcome to the club, Zurielle. I’ll introduce you to some of my snakes here. This is Tiger, and over there is Boomslang. Next to him is Adder, over here is Cobra, and also, Taipan,’ he says, introducing me to his friends. ‘Nice to meet you all,’ I say, smiling. ‘Out of curiosity, are all members named after snakes?’ I ask, and Viper chuckles. ‘Mostly,’ he answers, smirking. ‘When do we get the pleasure of seeing you again?’ He asks.

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

With a guttural roar, he launched a storm of dagger strikes, fast as rainfall, his movements blurring around Andrew. "How dare you look down on me! I'm Black Viper, the deadliest killer under Grand Viper! My Serpent's Silent Strike technique will drain every drop of blood from the body—if even a single drop remains in yours, then I've failed!" With a wild grin, he accelerated again, unleashing a vicious flurry of attacks. Aspen gasped from the floor, her voice shaky and heated. "Master, be careful! He's strong… and that tongue of his can stretch really far!"

There was a strange chemistry between them, the street-smart mercenary and the swamp-born predator. "You use these toys because your bodies are weak," Raya challenged, her voice a low purr. Viper didn't even look up, though a smirk played on his lips. "I use these 'toys' because I like my enemies to stay down. But if you want to go back to throwing rocks, be my guest, Princess." Raya leaned in, her scent of musk and rain clashing with the sterile kitchen. "I am no princess, outsider. But I could show you how a real wolf hunts without any of your machine weapons."