Vipers Xcom Novels & Stories

He would like to learn many things from her and see for himself why their great grandparent decided to serve her with their life before. The same night the test was over, Vaans, Lexikan and Bran took an invisible hover car toward the Glaios Base. They wore a black tight-skin suit with a protective vest. Weapons were placed around their body. Additionally, they had an AI headgear that would alert them to the danger around them. A few minutes later, they arrive at the national museum where Leqaria once awakened from her revival.

Zander comments after a few moments. The Vipers were formed from the fallout of the Cobras. For the most part, they just instilled fear in others and didn't really cause a problem. However, that has been changing. We noticed that the Vipers were working more and more against us. To the point that we knew it was only a matter of time until they tried to challenge us. So before that happened, we needed to send a message to everyone so they know what happens when they try to work against us instead of with us. We are loyal to those on our side, but we refuse to take a back seat to those that threaten our position.

Gabriel replied grimly, eyes narrowing as he sensed the vibrations through the soles of his boots. They didn't have to wait long to find out. From the shadows emerged a swarm of creatures—scaled and slithering, with gnashing teeth and venomous barbs. The pack tensed, recognizing the lethal serpents known as Viperwings, whose bites could paralyze a grown man within seconds. "Circle formation!" Amelia commanded, stepping back to back with Gabriel. "Finn, Remus, get those torches lit. Now!" "Got it!" Finn said, fumbling with flint and steel, sparks igniting the oil-soaked cloth wrapped around a branch.

Soon, there were unending sounds of gunshots erupting from the building, The matrix and the the vipers engaging in a fierce fight, although the matrix were able to take down some of the men from the vipers, they were still too much to handle “Face it Lorenzo, you're outnumbered, you're a fucking dead meat” Xavier shouted as he continuously fired his gun towards Lorenzo who kept dodging it. Soon, more men from the Matrix came bursting through the windows and the door, outnumbering the vipers “Call for backups” Xavier ordered Pablo “I can't, our communications have been intercepted” Pablo answered with frustration. Soon the whole place became quiet. The men from the Vipers were dead, excluding

From behind a metal crate, one of his boys hoisted it, and two controlled it from their ends. They formed a triangular-like shape to execute it: the new baby. X-16 Pulse Retreater. Straight from Eastern Europe. Prototype level. High rate, low trace. Every Shadow knew exactly when to move away. They had been well trained. The Vipers froze for just a second too long. The Shadows lit them up. The pulse shots were clean—no excess fire, just sheer impact force. Men flew backward like rag dolls. Crates cracked open under the blast. A few Vipers tossed down their guns and ran.

Each one stacked neatly atop the other, marked only by numbers and cryptic symbols. "What the hell is this place?" Vargo muttered, almost reverently. I moved to the nearest crate, my curiosity overriding my hesitation. The old wood creaked as I pried the lid open. Nestled within, surrounded by foam and cloth, was a sniper rifle unlike anything I'd ever seen. Sleek. Matte black. Modified beyond standard military specs. I reached in and lifted it carefully. Its weight was solid. Cold. Deadly. "The Viper-X," I read the label etched along the barrel.

The leader was tall and strong, with eyes like a wolf. Viper. He walked straight up to Jax. "Scorpion. Kept us waiting." "Didn't know you were on the schedule," Jax said, his muscular frame tensing. Viper smiled, but it was cold. His eyes moved to my face, traveling up and down slowly in a way that made my blood turn to ice. "Scared I'll finally take your title tonight?" Jax's jaw was tight. "In your dreams." Viper tilted his head, staring at me with a look that made me feel like property. "Let's make this interesting," he said, his voice smooth and dangerous.

My colleague, Gary Thompson, kept trying to persuade me to do the dialysis, but I just smiled, took the potent painkiller from his hand, and swallowed it. As a doctor, I knew that once the snake venom spread, not even a miracle could save me. I had at most two days left. I headed to the VIP ward and pushed the door open. A glass of water came flying at me. My mother, Helena Powell, was the one who threw it. "How dare you come back?" she barked.

“We are going to do our best, but in this one, it is Valerie who needs to fight.” “I can try,” Xavier growled. I touched his arm gently. “Xavier… I need to know what the plan is.” He turned to me then, the intensity in his eyes enough to steal the breath from my lungs. “We prepare for war,” he said. “But not out of fear. Out of strategy.” Hunter nodded. “I’m setting scouts on the western line. I’ll have Kai handle the perimeter. But there’s something else.” He looked between the two of us.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male