Black Devil Boa Novels & Stories

Bob… I must thank you… I’m glad you came here… I was starting to become hungry… your terror will be sweet. Bob brandishes his knife as he looks at Blacky. Blacky’s heads bared their fangs as its bodies became bigger. Its scales seem to raise up as it hisses. ~HISS!!!!~ Bob feels a mind-shattering sound engulf his mind then he falls knee-first on the ground. Blacky was now like a small hydra with its main body being the psion stone. As Blacky approaches the weakened monkey, the snake taunts the monkey. When I heard you converse to me in such an eloquent manner… I thought I found one like me… awakened and given such great power… but no… you are just another animal… one that can understand but

Ginger haired Emily Hurst looked comical with her mouth hung open and hands in the air, she was obviously about to yell out something. I was only half surprised when he materialized out of thin air half a second later. This was the first time I had met the devil in daylight and I felt the hairs on my skin stand erect at his sight. His pale white skin looked almost yellowish, like someone suffering from a rare skin disease and his long dreadlocks looked even more tangled than usual. Only this time, I noticed a tattoo of a big, black cobra at his collarbone which extended all the way to his neck.

They were turning the pages as quickly as possible to find any reference to this creature until they found a page titled ‘Black Dogs’ It had drawings to the creatures in it and when shown to Rory he would yelp in disbelief, the look on the page was so detailed. The book read: Black Dogs are a sign of great problems to come, they only act at the behest of hell and the one that summoned them. Black Dogs are giant hounds bred on the lower levels of Hades, they reach 46” in height, and with big and athletic builds, their teeth are large and sharp and always in display, and their tails are long and thick as workers' rope. Their eyes are red and orange like a flame as if their spirits were flamed

I stifled a giggle, knowing fully well he was going to get tired. Well, he’s paying for all his sins! For being a dick while his investors treated me like shit. “You’re bleeding like you got in a fight with a rose bush.” “And lost!” I cried, throwing my head back. "There was even a snake in it. A Boomslang! It was… umm… yellow. Bright yellow and long... Yeah, bright yellow." He grunted, adjusting me in his arms as he climbed the stairs. “You’re heavier when you lie. Boomslangs are black. Blackish-green… or even just green.”

The Black Devil was pleased to see Hades was so caught up in their sexy game, he didn't make a move to grab at it. The Black Devil kicked it away as he descended upon his obedient prey. He toyed with the paddle until he swung it wide and left a nice slap on Hades's ass. It wouldn't be the first. He gave Hades’s ass a good warming rub and did it again. "I see you are squirming, boy. Do you have something you crave? You want to ask me for?"

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

As though to tease them, the beast stuck out its head from behind the fence of trees, grunting in a manner the men found belittling. Then it came fully into sight. And what a graceful dinner that would be. Monica was already flicking her tongue over her lips while imagining an animal that size and glory roasting over a fire. "Are you two ready or should I take care of this," she sighed in what seemed to be impatience and frustration. Before Philip could answer that, he sighted Earl Robinson hopping towards the warthog already with a gun hanging from his grip. Well someone was desperate… Without any further ado, he seized his arrows and jumped down his white horse.