Vipers Xcom Novels & Stories

Viper wasn't even using his gun; he was using a pair of electrified combat batons, weaving through the panicked CEOs and generals. "Pardon me, excuse me, coming through!" Viper shouted, sending a high-level military liaison flying over a champagne fountain. "Jax! Shut down the sonic dampeners!" The high-decibel hum cut out instantly. I surged to my feet, the blue silk of my dress hanging in tatters, revealing the tactical suit I’d hidden beneath. I lunged for the tablet Isabelle was holding. She tried to retreat into the shadows of the lab, her face a mask of fury.

They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery. The human king after all this, decided to build a fence to keep his people safe from the dangers of the vipers. These vipers, held in human bodies, had green eyes and all had one motive; enslave humans. It was strictly prohibited to get close to one, because it would only bring demise to the human kingdom. He had to protect his people if the Viper king didn’t settle with negotiations. During this short period of time, war ceased since the Viper King found no way on how to get close to the humans. Nearby the f

This time the Vipers stood over their dead without flinching. It was clean work in its own way — smart, fast, and brutal. The Vipers hit the Reapers supply hub and left nothing worth saving. Burned servers, shredded papers, and three Reapers with broken arms for picking the wrong side. No speeches. No fair fights. Just business.

I was playing the only card I had the same game my mother had played, but for a different stake. Viper’s eyes narrowed. She looked at the book, then at the Norton, then at Dax. The atmosphere changed instantly. The aggression didn't vanish, but it was replaced by a cold, calculating curiosity. "You're a Chen, alright," Viper whispered. "Always looking for the leverage." Suddenly, a high-pitched whine cut through the night. It wasn't an engine. It was a drone higher and faster than the one from the garage. And behind it, the distant, rhythmic thud of blacked-out transport helicopters.

Andrew stepped forward, grabbed Kevin's hand, and said with deep emotion, "Kevin, I'm so sorry. I came to pay my respects to these fallen heroes and bring critical information—something you must know." Kevin leaned in. "What is it?" Andrew's voice trembled with grief. "The one who killed your guards was named White Viper. She worked for Grand Viper. If not for these brave souls taking the hit, I wouldn't have survived. They gave their lives for me, Kevin. I owe them everything." Kevin's face turned pale, then flushed with rage. "What? It was Grand Viper's people who killed my men? That monster—he's been ranked third on the Underground Index for years, a mass murderer and a plague on our mart

Ordered Bingo, "Razzle dazzle, don't let them use their targeting computers and for Frack's sake stay out of Invictus' firing solution!" "Copy that!" The formationless viper group sped towards the incoming craft. Both pirate and colonial groups turned to face each other and opened fire at point blank range. Las blasts and 35mm railgun rounds ripped through the two formations. Some vipers were hit from the get go, a few of them needed to turn back. Another three were destroyed in very short order. Mercer could see number 5 on his right being thrown out of the cockpit of his exploding Viper, having taken a direct hit from a lascannon. Ahead of him more enemy fighters were being struck by the g

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

Desire had been called in urgently, her reputation as a lifesaver preceding her. “Scalpel,” Desire commanded, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her hands moved with precision, a dance of skill honed over years of rigorous training and countless hours in the OR. She could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on her, but it was a familiar burden—one she had learned to embrace.

As if he could see ten steps ahead and fifty beneath your skin. He didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to. His silence was command. When MADVIPER walked into a room, the air changed. Time slowed. And even the most fearless men suddenly remembered the value of kneeling. He was the strategist. The venom in Veyrix’s name. Calculated cruelty masked beneath elegance. Where others used rage, he used rhythm. Where others burned cities, he built traps that made empires collapse from within, so subtly, the victims thought they had undone themselves.

he said as he led his men forward. His uninjured men gained on X, trying to deal with the mysterious shooter as quickly as possible. X did not expect to meet such heavy firepower as well. The men were all trained and experienced. Even for him, it was difficult to fight off that many. With the advantage of numbers and that they were all agents from the Viper’s Den, they could even take down X. Though X was not worried because he was only buying time. He ran out of bullets, so he switched to close combat. He held his knife tightly and was ready to jump on the first man who approached.