Crocodile Villain Novels & Stories

and went back into the room before a face could be seen. Nothing ordered. Nothing asked for. Reaching for the glass slowly. The smell arrived before it lifted. Clove smoke. Mint. Thumb running around the side of the glass. Nail catching something. A rough mark cut into the crystal. Turning the glass just a little. A snake. Rough and quick like done in a hurry. Coiled up on itself. Every drop of blood went cold. Syris was here. Alive. Varek had lifted him off the floor by his throat in front of five hundred people and he was alive and in this room right now.

The combination of punch power and speed that is not inferior to Ansel Gaute Costi, the noble class vampire who has a special ability in terms of speed, allows Damien to go on a rampage without anyone being able to stop him. The last crocodile, which had the largest body among the others, tried to devour Damien who happened to be jumping in the air. Damien was fed up with this incident, he didn't want to be swallowed up twice. He hugged the lower jaws of the enormous crocodile shadow army and instantly crushed them. Crack!~ … "Raaaaawrrrrrr!~ … " The crocodile could no longer keep his mouth shut because his lower jaw had been crushed. Damien jumped up and landed a powerful right stomp on the

The chain rises and though i struggle I'm dragged across the floor. With a sickning lurch im hoisted into the air dangling upside down over the pit. There's are a large pond down there and in the water something moves actually several something's moving." Did i tell you about petrovics crocodiles greedy fucker's " he chuckled " they've eaten already but i wonder if they'll have room for desert.

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

"Let's go say hello." They walked into the main square. The chatter died down instantly. A hundred pairs of eyes locked onto them. A hundred hands drifted towards holsters. "Jack Sterling," a voice rasped. A massive man stepped out from a stall selling dried lizards. He was at least seven feet tall, with skin like tanned leather and teeth filed into points. He held a machete the size of a surfboard. "The Crocodile," Finch whispered into the comms earpiece. "Infamous tracker from the Nile Delta. He eats his targets."

He motioned for the men in front of him to move to the side. Bending down, he sneered, "I really hate when I get blood on me. People already consider me a dastardly villain, I try not to look the part." He grabbed the sack of bones in front of him by the hair and bashed its face into the floor. Blood splattered over his suit. "Now look what you've done, you've ruined the suit too," Alexander pretended to pout. Johannes Chevalier looked up at him, tears, blood, and mucus covering his once pretty face.

A colossal crocodile, dwarfing the others, clamped onto Alexander's waist in its fearsome jaws, ready to execute its lethal death roll. No matter how fiercely the crocodile thrashed, Alexander stood like a rock, leisurely turning to face the beast. With a swift hiss, he seized the crocodile's jaws and ended its life with a powerful shake of his arms. No small crocodile could challenge the strength of someone with Corporeal Extremes power. "God, your might is undeniable!" The female chieftain, with all her tribespeople in tow, knelt in awe, their faith in him deepening.

"That's impossible... You fell into the abyss! Nothing comes back from the Abyss of Beasts alive! You're a ghost... a dead, useless cripple!" ​"If I am a ghost," I stepped closer, the temperature in the room dropping sharply despite the lingering flames, "then I have come straight from hell to drag you down with me." ​Dorian shrieked in absolute terror, stumbling backward over his own feet and crashing hard onto the carpeted floor of the platform, completely stripped of his arrogant bravado. ​The remaining nobles in the hall watched in horrified awe, paralyzed by the sheer dominance radiating from my frame. No one dared to speak. No one dared to move.

As soon as she read the writing on the paper, Madame Luxor knew that tonight she had made the best business deal of her life. *** In a dark forest, Dylan slew numerous monsters that stood in his way. Monsters with human bodies but with crocodile's heads and snakes most often get in his way. The ferocity of the monsters didn't stop Dylan from entering the darkening forest. "Help... me." A groaning sound was heard not far from where he split the last monster's body. It was the voice he had been waiting for. "Take my hand," Dylan held out his hand to the man who had almost drowned in the living mud.