Vipers Novels & Stories

"Why did I ever doubt you, Princess!? You always come through for us!" "Take it. Give the rest to the Pack." Viper didn't hesitate. He took a sip. The effect was instantaneous. Viper’s back arched, his mouth opening in a silent scream as his veins turned a glowing, electric blue. The dislocated bone in his shoulder snapped back into place with a pop. His fur seemed to sharpen, turning a deep charcoal that shimmered with static. He exploded upward. He sprinted across the arena, a streak of blue light. He slid the canister to Mako, who caught it mid-roll, taking a sip and passing it on.

and went back into the room before a face could be seen. Nothing ordered. Nothing asked for. Reaching for the glass slowly. The smell arrived before it lifted. Clove smoke. Mint. Thumb running around the side of the glass. Nail catching something. A rough mark cut into the crystal. Turning the glass just a little. A snake. Rough and quick like done in a hurry. Coiled up on itself. Every drop of blood went cold. Syris was here. Alive. Varek had lifted him off the floor by his throat in front of five hundred people and he was alive and in this room right now.

This creature was truly one from the deepest furnace of Hell. It was a giant alligator, at least three times a human’s size, but its tail hung curved like that of a scorpion, and from the stinger on it, I knew that tail was just as harmful as those double sets of razor sharp teeth, if not worse. “My bet is on the Alligator.” Said a man in front of me, “I heard that a single strike of its tail renders its victim completely paralyzed and incapable of defending themselves against its attack.” “I agree,” answered his friend,“But you’ve lost your bet twice now. The last two times the Grave Viper had sent those horrendous creatures to their graves. Something about him tells me he is just as danger

Arrows will not give a strong effect on him, these toxins only affect humans Immediately his neck came back with force until the sound of cracking bones. A faint growl came out of him and fangs had built and elongated between his teeth to turn completely into a wolf..he was fed up with these scum and he must exterminate them all..all of them.. “Come.” One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

He was almost in her face, glaring at her and down the cold look in his eyes, he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through her brains. “You're disgusting, Freddy,” she spat, looking him in the eye. “Bitch! Keep my government name outta your mouth. That's Viper to you,” he snickered, pushing her head down. “On your fucking knees. If she tries anything funny, blow her brains out.” I sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to calm my nerves as they all turned their attention to me. Their leader, Freddy— I mean Viper, took slow strides as his eyes ran over me smoothly.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

Glossary: Primum venari = first hunt - Machaera leonem = saber lion *~~~* Viper watched in utter annoyance and anger as the tholus shift into the obstacle of death. He was well aware that whatever his mate faced was not going to be easy, but he hadn't known his uncle would go all out in such a fashion. His earlier rage with the older male only intensified. Only those titled as elite honored warriors ever used it to train.

His body didn’t move though. Dear God, he has canines. She could see the sharper teeth at close range. Like a dog’s or maybe a vampire’s. She guessed it had probably been some kind of canine breed. It could account for the terrifying growl that erupted from the back of his throat that eerily resembled a vicious dog. She hesitated, afraid he’d snap at her with those sharp teeth if she got too close. “Easy,” she urged again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

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!"