Devil Snare Novels & Stories

, Sandy pretended laughing. They saw the curtain moving suddenly and a handsome amber coloured eyed boy about nine years old jumping into their front by widening his eyes. Both Lizzy and Sandy smiled in their mind by thinking that the child got trapped in their trick. "Hey, where is the snake? l want to catch it. l always say grandpa to show me one. But he didn't. Where is it?", asked the boy with jumping in overjoy. "What! You want to catch it. Are you not afraid of it?", asked Lizzy in a little bit shock.

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.

Tessa’s breath hitched. Zayne chuckled, shifting gears. "Hear that, princess? The devil’s waiting." The car sped into the night.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

I'll catch that fucker another time. However, Devin was on his way up and skilled at reading the atmosphere, he grabbed the culprit, bringing him right back to me. With a hard throw, he landed on the floor on his stomach. Then Devin put his left foot on his back to keep him detained. Spasms of fear crossed his face similar to a rat caught in a trap.

The hissing sound freezes me instantly. The snake moves with terrifying speed before coiling tightly around my neck. I desperately claw at its coils as they begin crushing my throat. “No...” I groan. I can’t even scream. And pulling this thing off is impossible. It’s a snake Shifter. Small enough to slip past Kael’s defenses unnoticed. “Oh... look what I found.” Its hissing voice only makes me struggle even harder. “L-Let... me... go...” “The pathetic crippled Strain. Kill you... and Kael goes down with you.”

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Hema bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without warning, Zayden seized her wrist and dragged her towards the bed, his grip unyielding. He pushed her onto the mattress, caging her beneath his formidable frame. The sheets thrashed about as she struggled to cover herself, but he would have none of it. Zayden's mouth descended upon her breast, his teeth grazing the tender skin. Hema cried out, the sting of pain morphing into an unwanted surge of pleasure. He nibbled and bit, marking her flesh as his own, a perverse brand of possession.

I’m unable to scream again, so I pray the Snakes have heard me. ‘Scream like that again, and I’ll snap your neck!’ He hisses. His eyes are dark and have a murderous look in them. He has a tattoo near his eye of a spider. He must be a Spider Back. I tremble in fear, my cheek hurts, and my neck and throat hurt. ‘Zurielle!’ My name is called out. It’s the Snakes; they’re looking for me. They must have heard me scream and noticed the door of the Snake Pit still wide open.