Novel & Cerita Vipers Xcom

"We know the drill. Lets go through the plan one more time okay? Sienna, you're going to be the one handling the sniper lookouts on the main floor by the VIP section. Sofia? You're helping out with Nicole. Cameron, you will be in the van handling the cameras in the private rooms floor and informing us about anything through this small earpiece. Does everyone have one each?" He held up a small button thingy that I barely make out what it was because of how small it really is. Sofia nudged me from my side and I glanced at her and saw the small earpiece in her finger that she was holding up for me to take. I grabbed it from her finger and instantly plugged it in my left ear.

I knew what I was doing, awakening memories he must be trying so hard to forget, but I had a plan. To my surprise, he breathed normally and continued walking away without sparing me a glance. And that's how I knew he was starting to get suspicious of me. If he didn't reply to me then, not only was he aware I was up to something, he was the kind of man who was calm and dangerous like his team name implies. Vipers. Before I stepped foot into Silverclaw Academy, I had already studied the four core members of the Vipers—Jaxon Steele, Kai Maddox, Zane Rivers, and Leo Hart. Each one is a fortress of secrets, power, and danger.

Venet the Viper raised his arms with hands shaped like snakes and started slashing the air with it. “Viper Strike!” he hissed. Sharp gusts of wind assaulted the 3 companions, but not one was able to hit them. The walls beside Dorin showed cracks and signs to being slashed, for all of Venet’s attacks just slipped to the side or over to the ceiling. The Viper finally stopped his futile attack, looking confused. “Why can’t I hit you?!” he shouted in another shrill voice. Dorin kept silent. Seb was still trying to get his attention, and there were noises behind them suggesting that the other dorm residents were already awake and watching them, but he refused to look away.

"They're using professional military tactics—synchronized attacks, electronic warfare, even thermal imaging to track our movements. Venom's brought in outside contractors." "Mercenaries," Jax said, studying the tactical display. "Has to be. The equipment they're using, the level of coordination—it's beyond what any motorcycle club could manage." Ghost's eyes found Raven's. "They're spending millions to get to you. This isn't just about revenge anymore." "Then what is it about?" Raven asked, though she dreaded the answer. "Survival," Viper spoke from the corner, his scarred face hard as granite. "You made Venom look weak in front of his own people. In our world, weakness is death. He has to m

Xry: Viper, pick up the damn phone. Xry: The agency says ABORT immediately. They’ve gone dark. Xry: Target is Alpha Vexley. DO NOT ENGAGE. Repeat, do not engage. Xry: Viper, if you touch him, you are dead. Respond now. Xry: Are you alive? I sighed heavily, my thumbs hovering over the screen for a moment before I responded. Me: Relax, Xry. I’m alive. I didn't engage. The reply was instant. Xry: Thank goodness. Where are you?

Kylie fought with fierce determination, her training guiding her every move. They reached a locked door at the back of the base. Lysander signaled for his team to prepare for a breach. On his signal, they burst through the door, guns drawn, ready for anything. Inside, they found The Viper, his face obscured by shadows. He turned to face them, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Welcome, Lysander,” The Viper said, his voice dripping with malice. “I’ve been expecting you.” Lysander’s eyes narrowed. “It’s over, Viper. You’re finished.”

I shouted over the angry growl of the engine and squealing tires. "Hold on, baby!" Zac shouted, bracing for the impact, as I held my Glock up on the ready. We hit the barricade and wood flew high into the air, landing across the street. Human agents jumped out of the way and a few vamp agents stood right in the way. I unloaded my clip into them, knocking them to the ground, but not killing them, hating myself for doing it. They were just on the wrong side now, to no fault of their own. A second later, Zac expertly cut the wheel to the right and we were speeding toward Cooperstown. Once we were safely back on the expressway, Zac took the first exit.

"Get down!" Glass exploded inward as the drones opened fire. Bullets tore through the luxury apartment, shredding silk sofas and priceless art. Vespera dove behind the marble slab next to Cyprian. "You didn't tell me you had heat on you!" Vespera yelled over the roar of the guns. "I'm a popular guy!" Cyprian yelled back. He pulled a massive hand cannon from a holster beneath his jacket. "Can you hack them?" "Their ICE is too thick for a quick breach!" Vespera returned fire, her Crusher booming. She took out a drone’s optical sensor, sending it spiraling into the street below.

he did, once we met he because obsessed with me possessive more like and I fell in love with him and I never knew the plan or who he was my father told me he was from a pack in Guatemala and when I was going to my father's office I overheard their conversation my father, Emiliano and the Alpha rogue they were talking about when we needed to do our mating ceremony and when they need to start the experiments for me to grow stronger then any wolf more faster and flexible after the experiments they were going to plan the attack to Moonville' I said 'then what happened?' JC asks 'I took my mom and we ran like hell but it didn't take long for when they caught us, after they caught us the locked m

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate