Cod Snake Novels & Stories

“He drank blood?” “He was biting people’s throats out, I don’t think drinking their blood while he was at it is an unrealistic leap, do you?” He asks pointedly. “That’s a good point, and now that you mention it, he’s starting to sound familiar, and I don’t mean because he’s named after an iconic fictional vampire. As for the first victim, I’m pretty sure he is an assassin who went by the Codename Castrati, so named because he was fond of emasculating his male victims and keeping the parts as a souvenir. Or at least I assume so since the appendages were never found." My words make Silas squirm and cross his legs, and I hide my amusement at his discomfort. “I hadn’t seen him at the last Tourna

Snake always used different numbers anytime he contacted me, the only way you could be sure with it's him, is the special snake emoji at the bottom, it wasn't the usual kind of Emojis on phone, it's a bit unique and specially designed. I feigned a headache and slipped away from the girls. It was getting dark by the time I drove across town to get to the outskirts, it was dark already when I found my way to the entrance to the cave. The entrance is a tomb, a large one with a metal front, you slide open the metal and you use the rope hanging down the tomb to get to the bottom. The moment you get down into the darkness, you switch on the lights and press the buzzer, a large red button, it makes

one of them muttered. “Marcus doesn’t have to,” I snapped. “This isn’t about him. This is between me and Ryder now.” I turned around, my eyes landing on the wooden crate sitting in the corner — the one that had arrived from one of our black market suppliers last week. Inside was a small, coiled shadow — venomous in every way except literal. A cobra. Non-poisonous, but beautiful, sleek, terrifying. Perfect. “You,” I said, pointing at Cody. “Get that box ready. We’re sending Ryder a little gift.”