Dead Snake Novels & Stories

I scanned the room quickly, searching for anything that could give us the answers we needed. “Here,” I muttered, grabbing a vial from one of the tables. The contents were dark, almost black. I could tell it was a sample of the mutated virus. This was what we needed to understand the changes that were taking place. Just as I was about to seal the vial, I heard a loud crash behind me. I turned to see one of the infected stumbling into the room. It was slow at first, dragging its foot, but then it seemed to notice us. The creature’s eyes locked onto mine, and it let out a low, guttural growl.

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

he said with gritted teeth. Kealy had just been thrown off and Dilo barely missed being swallowed whole when Horken joined the fray, pulling out a large two-handed axe, and with a loud echoing roar leapt from a few feet away from the snake’s face and brought his axe down, embedding it square between the snake’s eyes, causing a fountain of blood to rush out from the wound. The impact mixed with the momentum brought on by the attack and the snake rearing back, mouth open, forced Horken’s lower body to continue its path, entering the snake’s maw, and kicking the top side of the snake’s throat. The moment his legs continued the pendulum swing back out, the snake snapped its jaws closed with a lo

He had the upper-hand, Quinn had been in his possession, and Zayd had been poisoned by one of the deadliest creatures to ever exist. He understood now that the poison could only last for three minutes if it was inflicted by a spell and not originally by the caster…but he doubted it’d been three minutes and Zayd; that…that f*cking donkey still had enough strength to get up and fight. Jake slammed his hand against the desk, groaning when the action f*cked with his wounds. “Serpent…” He then called. “My name is River. I’m a snake, but you don’t see me calling you a wolf just because you’re one, do you?”

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

I gently injected her spine with my silver syringe and pushed a dark fluid into her medulla. It was a black king cobra venom. It coagulated her already dead cells and mixed with the necrotic blood in, giving her heightened sense of smell, strength, agility and endurance. It also thickened her bones and prolonged her life which was the whole point because she was a Rejected. Sunder was the first Rejected which was a terrible thing for a werewolf to be. She had been the first to hear the Shriek of the Bond Severance. The Shriek was a terrible sound that a werewolf heard when the first stage of the bond rupture happened.

It hurt me to see her legs wobbling, and she was also sobbing. “This is the part I like, Alpha Max. Your daughter is going to die of different deadliest snakes’ poison, and it will be a great watch. In case you don’t know, this poison mixture will take effect on her, faster than it would, on an adult. You know her immune isn’t strong yet. She will die, in the blink of an eye.”

Jester took one glance at Alisa, hanging limp in Oberon’s arms, and Freya could swear she heard the imaginary sound of his sanity snap— Without a word, the shadow at Jester’s back lunged at Oberon and the masked man, enveloping them in darkness. It was the first time she had seen it, though she had heard about how the Vice-Commander had an undead snake hidden in his arsenal. Rumors said that the snake was Jester’s most dangerous Summon, and so was rarely called. Freya didn’t doubt it—the serpent-like thing looked like it could probably devour this entire floor—and everyone on it—all on its own.

]: [Crude Crystal Hand-axe] +1 attack. +1 dexterity. [Skeletor has learned Crafting lv 1!] "Phew, it was tiring to deal with you, Skelly, really tiring…" he sighed and rubbed his face a couple of times. "I'm going to call Kevin. You continue doing hand-axes, ok?" The skeleton nodded, and David smiled at him, it was a pain in the ass, but the undead was growing on him. A couple of seconds later, a screen appeared in front of him. The image of a husky with purple eyes in the middle of a city was visible in it.

I turned the knob and pushed the door open to be greeted by the sweet scent of oud. She is definitely Nictophilic cause she seem to enjoy the comfort of the dark. The lights suddenly came on but it was still not as bright as the lights normal humans install in their houses. Our eyes collided and as usual I was met with her enchanting violet-gray mixed eyes. She's definitely a rare one. "Hola, querido amigo" I greeted with a sinister smile which she didn't fail to return. "E ciao a te vecchio amico"(And hello to you old friend)