Viper And Mountain Novels & Stories

After all, this meant that Old Flint didn’t have too much animosity toward Lech and his subordinates. With that in mind, Gerald then turned to face Lech before asking, “Do you know where exactly the vampires’ territory is located?” Retrieving a map from his pocket, Lech then spread it out for Gerald to have a look. “We’re currently here, you see, and the vampires’ territory is within this mountain. With that in mind, we’ll need to dig our way into their territory!” explained Lech. Hearing that, Gerald could instantly tell how well-prepared Lech and his subordinates were.

she squeezed his arm and it had the desired effect. He shut up. “We can talk about this later”. VVVVV Soon they arrived at a very big and luxurious house. He had only seen houses like that in movies, but actually seeing it, and he was going to step in there…it was breathtaking. “Please move quickly”. Geiru pulled him and that had him taking long and quick strides to keep up with the woman in front, but also maintain a decent amount of space with her. “Where are we going?” he whispered.

I said doubtfully. “No, my kid,” argued the voice again. “You are wolvire, the daughter of a vampire and wolf-shifter, who was born on the red moon that falls on the night of Kliwon Friday, a very sacred night for Javanese beliefs. You girl who is full of power, you can produce magic without incantation. You're not a witch, you're a descendant of the witches' predecessors.” I was amazed to hear that. It sounded strange and utterly absurd, but if it could help me stay alive, so I would go for it.

I ignored him and went back to the notes. "The Silver Mountain pack is bimodal," I read, stumbling over the fancy word. "Two-thirds work in a science lab, and the rest mine silver for weapons." My heart gave a sharp, nervous kick against my ribs. A lab? "They better not try to put me under a microscope." 'Not a lab rat,' Selah growled in my mind. Her fur bristled against my inner thoughts. "Right..." I whispered. I traced Selene’s hand-drawn map. It showed the mountains touching the edges of Voreios and Notios. "Is that where we're going? How much longer?"

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."

FINDING THE VAMPIRE The journey took longer than I expected,two whole days, and I was still on my way to the mountain where he resided. Zion. For a banished vampire, he was quite cocky, hiding himself in such a place. The mountain was cold, steep, and unforgiving, and by the time I reached its lower ridges, even I was exhausted. But that didn’t matter. I was determined to find him no matter what.

Viper had given a direct order, and Viper was the vice-president of the motorcycle club, making his word was as good as gold. Viper and I silently watched as Boomer walked off and joined the others. Once the crew was gone, Viper grabbed my hand and walked me to a nearby bench. He then pulled me to sit down next to him. “What were you thinking about out there?” he asked me, gesturing towards the bridge we had just been on. He was clearly concerned. “Nothing.” Viper raised an eyebrow. “Baby?” “Viper ---” “Don’t bullsh&t me.”

We ran over the rough terrain as the wind blew past us. The sun was high overhead, but the heat didn’t affect vampires the way it affected humans. None of the elements did. We ran over mountains and even jumped over a gorge, not losing one vampire. Within minutes, the sound of running water rushing by filled my ears and I knew we were getting close. Soon, the black and red mountain peaks rose up before us. Within minutes, we were on the edge of Promontory Point, on the west side of the Hoover Dam.

“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.