Vipers Novelas e Histórias

I never understood people who thought revenge wasn’t always the answer. Revenge was just an idea. Actual chaos was the result, a fucking good one at that. And it’d be memorable as fuck. “—and if the Vipers make good on their forty eight hours threat, they hit Long Beach first.” Casper. I caught maybe one sentence in four. I looked up. He had a folder open, Atlas half-listening beside him. The Vipers weren’t amateurs — they’d built a name in Southern California on making problems expensive for anyone dumb enough to cause one.

The explosion sent a shockwave that shattered our windows into a million pieces. Looking at the leader's scarred face, absolute terror and burning hatred warred inside me. He was the monster who had torn me apart in my nightmare. The car doors flew open. Hudson and Jax didn't hesitate. Ice spikes and lightning bolts tore through the air as they fought back. But the Vipers didn't just have powers; they had heavy military artillery. "Argh!" Jax cried out as a stray bullet tore through his thigh, dropping him into a pool of his own blood.

None of it meant anything at all, until one of the warriors opened the cupboard beside her dresser and took out a familiar tin. Vanilla tea. “Search around it.” Her head snapped toward me. “Why?” He opened the tin first. Tea bags. He checked underneath it, moved two books aside, and reached behind a small wooden box pushed against the back of the shelf. His hand stopped. “Alpha. We’ve found something.” He turned around with a small glass vial held between his fingers. A trace of cloudy liquid still in the bottom of it. She stared at it. “What is that?” The room had gone quiet enough that I could hear her breathing from six feet away.

A large black viper with bright red scales slid out from underneath the long velvet curtain, moving fast across the floorboards. It was a deadly Silver-Mountain viper—one bite from that thing could paralyze a werewolf's breathing within two short minutes. My eyes went wide as the snake hissed loudly, raising its triangular head, preparing to strike right at my exposed ankle. I didn't panic. I snatched my curved silver dagger off the nightstand in one quick, practiced motion. THWACK! I threw the dagger straight down, pinning the deadly snake right through its flat head into the hard oak floorboard before it could jump.

Instead, she asked Marcus, "What are you trying to say with this?" Marcus replied, "My dear, I just wanted you to see the top-selling live streamer on this platform. Watch and see." Skeptical, Katrina looked at the tablet. The streamer counted down, "One, two, three, link up." Immediately, the number of orders in the live stream skyrocketed. In less than ten seconds, five thousand lipsticks were sold out.

He ordered. The Vipers exchanged looks before they looked at me for a signal to go ahead. I nodded, and they immediately obeyed. In a minute, one Viper faced another and set their stance. The surrounding air thickened with unease as they lunged at each other. They were quick and precise, but there has always been a problem: daylight, no matter how agile they looked. They were no match for that feral beast I watched Drake take down. They would have all died in minutes, if not for Drake's men. Our venom is our weapon, but without it.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

“Heard the Iron Vipers tried to choke your southern run last month, thought they’d muscle in on the lane after they torched one of our safe houses up near the border.” The words land like a match in gasoline. My grin freezes, then stretches wider, manic, the kind of smile that makes sane men reach for their guns. The Iron Vipers. Those rat-bastard, chrome-polishing, mommy-issue-having wannabes who think they can piss on our pipeline and walk away breathing.

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

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