Devil Snare Novels & Stories

Black Snake did not see Brenna answer, and he shouted: "Whore, answer me!" Brenna almost dropped her phone on the ground when he yelled at her on the phone. She swallowed hard and began to feel scared because she knew that the person who threatened the Black Snake was Declan. However, she would not reveal Declan's identity to him. It turns out Declan is not only a billionaire but also has great power in the underworld. Suddenly she felt that she was inferior to Fidelia. An illusion appeared in Brenna's mind; if she captured this man, her life would change. And most of all, Brenna wanted to see the look of Fidelia crying bitterly in loneliness because she had taken everything from her.

How could I? My one hand shafting on his length while the other penetrates his thighs. I didn’t break our eye contact because I was enjoying his breathlessness. His serpent thrusting in my mouth didn’t stop. Finally, his eyes closed, and the serpent released its venom in my veins. It was more like a potion for me. I licked the last drop from my lips and finally kissed his sleepy serpent. Decker’s eyes were loaded, as he didn’t feel sober. He pulled me up and claimed my lips. “Wow, it was devilish, my flower,”

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

My disgust for Veronica had reached its peak, and I was ready to take action. Evelyn's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Veronica, her expression cold and unforgiving. With a swift motion, she blew the whistle, and the air was filled with the ominous hissing of venomous snakes. The snakes, sensing their cue, slithered out of the shadows, their beady eyes fixed on Veronica. Veronica's face contorted in terror as she begged me for mercy. "Seth, please! Help me!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear.

He began to be more and more breathless. “Then you’ve tricked me, Erito Ricky! You’ve lured me into your trap, Erito Ricky! I’ll never let you go as easily as this! I’ll drag you to hell! I’ll tread and break you into countless tiny pieces!” screamed Delwyn Anderson at the top of his voice. “Just reckon it as that if you’d like to… Just reckon that I’ve tricked you, have trapped you in such a kind of undebatable proof at this moment… And also this…”

the red snakes are known for being so ruthless and have dark powers that they got from dark gods. Remembering all this makes Dev even more restless. He needs to do something to ensure that the live of his life is well and has nothing that can bring harm to her. Dev thinks of getting the information of every thing that is happening and where the two girls have gone. The only option that he has is to call out his deceadants so that they can show him every. Since he is not a snake, he can't use the magic mirror to see every thing. He roars out calling the powers of his descdants to show him what is transpiring between the two girls. He is finally revealed and he sees it all.

“Stay down,” I hissed at Asher, my voice low but sharp as a blade. My arms trembled against the pull of the snare, its runes biting deep into my skin like acid. Every breath came ragged, every heartbeat felt like it was spilling straight into the circle. “Rowan, don’t..” Asher started, panic in his voice. “Quiet.” My teeth clenched. “One wrong step and this thing will shred you too.” The snare pulsed again, a cruel rhythm that ate at my veins. Blood hissed against the glowing lines, sizzling as if it were fuel. It was.

I snatched up my phone and sat at the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and unlocked my phone. Clicking on the bared fangs icon, I swiped left, opening up my inbox. My eyes scanned down the list of unread Snarls and locked on one name. Dane. My tongue darted out and slid along my bottom lip. I could already feel my body reacting. Goddess. This guy was so fine, and I hated that I was dripping wet at just seeing his name. I nibbled on my bottom lip and clicked on his message. My face was warm, my body hot, as I stared at a blue square. Dane had sent me a Snarl. I tilted my head and didn’t bother hiding the smile as it spread across my face. I clicked on the square and his video played.

They all raced against time, not daring to pause because pausing would mean a certain death. “Trying to run? It’s too late!” Following a sneer from Andrius, a hand suddenly emerged from the indestructible Immortal Snare formation. It was Andrius’ right hand. The Immortal Snare was said to be able to trap Immortals, but that was if both sides were Immortals, and there was no way seven experts in the Mortal Zenith realm could not trap an Immortal. The next second, Andrius’ arm enlarged. It grew from normal size to a foot, a meter, and tens of thousands of meters. For as far as the eye could see, it seemed like the only thing left in the world was Andrius’ hand.

In her life, there was rarely a choice at all—just one narrow path with no handrails, no offstops, no safety. The kid opened his palms, a magician’s flourish. “If you’re fast, you’ll make it. If you’re not, at least the Ironclads won’t get you. Simple odds.” Damon stepped forward, eyes gone slate gray. “What’s your name?” The kid considered. “In the old world? Nobody. Around here, people call me Snipe.” He pointed to the hatch. “I won’t follow. But you’re going to need to run.” Donovan eyed the door, then nodded to Snipe, oddly respectful. “Thanks for the warning.” Then, to Elena, “You want to wait, or come?”