Novel & Cerita Vipers Xcom

Reloading his gun, killing the guys that dared to crawl away to save their lives, sparing mercy to none. “Enough, Zayne. Sparrows are among Emeric’s main units, Zayne.” Xavier hissed. Motioning the men to take defensive stance, ready to pin Zayne down by force if the situation demands it. “Their eradication, an attack on Emeric. And this means war between Crimson Nest and Vipers.” “And as your allies, we will be dragged in your mess too. All by your one action. Think, Zayne, think.” Kieran snarled, trying to hold his wrist to halt the unnecessary murders.

VIPER Assassins shouldn’t breathe too loudly, or make loud footsteps that give their presence away, or make a single mistake that’ll definitely cost their lives. We’re fast, precise—just one lethal strike is enough to kill a target. I chant my usual mantra in my head, clutching my sword tightly as I attack a stupid scarecrow. “How long have you been here, Viper?” Emily asks as she approaches me. “You’re the most skilled already. What else do you want?”

The rest of the brothers watched me with cold calculation. At the head of the makeshift table sat Viper—one of Vex Mercer’s top lieutenants—grinning like a man who’d already won. No Serpent should have been in this room, let alone, feel comfortable. The fact that he was sitting there told me everything I needed to know about how deep the rot had spread.

"You turned me down. For once, open your eyes to the things around you. Dimitri is slowly starting a war. He has gone after the were-panthers first. Inevitably, the werewolves are going to be next if history wants to repeat itself. The more you keep ignoring the signs, the more at risk this pack becomes." Xavier shook his head. "No. The more we stay out of vampire business, the safer it is. Until there is news of a dead werewolf, their matters remain of little concern to me. Both vampires and panthers." He glanced at Quinn. "If you feel this battle is yours and you want to fight along the Panthers, you are free." He shifted his gaze to me. "Same as you." I lifted an eyebrow in suspicion. The

It was the first time in twelve hundred years I'd seen vampires and wolves fighting on the same side. But it wasn't enough. The humans had superior numbers, superior weapons, and superior planning. More wolves fell. More were collared and captured. Dr. Vex walked through the battlefield like she was strolling through a park, completely confident in her victory. Xavier saw a soldier aiming a large weapon at Thelma. Without hesitation, he threw himself in front of her. The sonic blast hit him full force. Xavier's scream of agony cut through every other sound. He collapsed, his body seizing, unable to move.

Mr. V rushed to Harris's room. He had just received news that Vinca had been rescued and Frost and the team were on their way back. His contact at the airport had told him that an ambulance was on standby on the runway ready to receive them. Harris was practically running to the parking lot where Mr. V had a car waiting to take them to the airport. He didn't want to miss his daughter's arrival. When they got to the airport, they were allowed into the VIP section because of Mr V's influence and at just the right time cause Frost's jet had already landed.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Now she fought the panic down in an attempt to force her brain to function. During the drive, the three of them had come up with several scenarios and plans of attack depending on how many guys Petrov had and where they were situated. Boris kept Vlad's enforcers on the line so they would know what to do. Mercer came up with the best plans, earning Jane's respect. She suspected that he had been military at some point in his colourful career. He thought like a field sergeant who was entirely focused on bringing out his man and taking out the enemy. Jane might even admire him except for the feeling she had that he was a savage wolf hiding poorly among the flock in his sheep's clothes.

Vol is the best blacksmith we have in our tribe and he is passing down his legacy to his son, Coll. Vol created our weapons and when I won the deer hunting competition, I asked him to create a new set of spears with a Fleur de Lis symbol, the symbol that has been passed down to Ambrose’s for ages. Some people in our tribe told me a story about how the werewolves feared the symbol. “Thank you for these amazing spears and knives, Vol.” I traced the symbol as I scan the spears. The shaft is made with lignum vitae, the strongest wood we have and it is furnished with black dye. The shoe of the spear is made with silver and an embedded symbol of Fleur de Lis.