I Got A Snake Man Novels & Stories

His head was completely bald and a snake tattoo ran from his chest to twist around his neck, up his temple and ended halfway along his skull. The snake has two heads. “I'm gonna get those back right?” I asked, motioning to my gear. “We'll see.” Snake tattoo replied, mimicking my earlier smile with his teeth wide open. We began the long walk to The Viper. The rookie walked in front, shoulders high obviously proud of this important role he got to play. Bald headed snake guy walked beside me and the last one brought up the rear, his gun trained on my spine. I tried to map out the turns we took but it quickly became clear they had been anticipating that so we kept taking a lot of unnecessary tur

"Don't even think about it. My men are outside." Sighing, he looks at me. "One of my men got shot last night. Lost him. I need someone to replace him and I think you're the best one to replace him don't you think?" I stilled. The fuck he mean replace one of his men? "Depends on what you'll have me do," I grumble in displeasure. The thought of working for Snake made me feel nauseated. I pressed my lips together to not hurl. "Just drop a few drugs here and there." Snake shrugged nonchalantly.

Albus Mons took me when I was just five, so the knowledge of my species is limited. I am a nagata; a serpent being, but unlike a mutolupus, I do not have a spirit that resides within me. I am the human, and I am the snake. I am stronger and faster than a wolf with superior senses. I know my mother was a nagata and my father was a mutolupus, yet I am not a hybrid.

the man said and walked back to the group he came from. I sighed, glaring at their back. I couldn't stay there. I had to leave. I had to find a way out and I had to do it quickly. An idea suddenly hit me and a smile crept into my face. Oh my! Help me! A snake! It's a snake! It's a snake!” I screamed out. The man got up, filled with confusion and tension.

Agents moved efficiently, leaving no room for the chaos he once thrived on. I couldn’t help but study him, the man who had caused so much disruption in our lives. The fear in his eyes was a stark contrast to the confidence he had carried so smugly for months. It was a small, almost vindictive satisfaction to see that even the most calculated manipulator could be undone by preparation, truth, and patience. Ethan’s voice drew me back. “Let’s focus. Our job isn’t over until the arrest is complete and all protocols are followed. Stay sharp.”

he orders and I roll my eyes. The owner of the voice waits for while, probably waiting for me to come out but I don't and the person walks away. After a while, the door of my room bursts open and one of the men from yesterday grabs me from the chair. "You should be down" he says still holding my arm. He leads me downstairs to the large living room where Mr. Kriss is seated, not just he alone, but another man who in a way shares a resemblance to Mr. Kriss

Thinking he was getting on, I moved to the side to give him room. “Oh, this was too easy.” The man spoke with a chilling voice and chuckled as he placed a foot inside the elevator, without stepping in fully. The doors attempted to close, but with the man’s foot blocking it, they opened again. I didn’t recognize the man, but I was sure that he didn’t work at Wolf Tech. Although I had never seen him before, I knew who he was instantly. The tattoo of a snake that circled his neck and up the side of his face was a dead giveaway. Also, the live snake that hung over his shoulders was another clue. I wasn’t sure why the man known as Snake was here, but I had a feeling it wasn’t good.

he mutters, still with that smile perched on his face. How does he know my name anyway? This just further tells me he's been asked to do this by someone I know. Or, someone who knows me. I can't tell. I'm just so confused and well, this man with the ugly scar across his face frightens me. But I don't let it show. He continues, "I'll introduce myself too. I'm known as the Snake. Do you know that it means the deadly flower and berserker? One is because I poisoned some of my victims. The other is for how I have to specifically stab them countless times."

he yelled. “Sorry, I didn’t know what I was going to do myself.” I explained. “Who gave you the fucking gun?” he ordered. I shrugged. “I don’t know, didn’t see who it was.” “It was me.” Snake admitted. “The sick cunt deserved it.” He said nonchalantly. “I’m fucking sick of watching the cunts being separated with their dicks, it’s happening too fucking often now.” Ink admitted, I didn’t know what he meant by that, something like this must have happened before.

Tank and Ghost arive shortly. “ Damn it! This rat tricked us here to finish his job?” Tank observes,his foot licking a crate sending it flying across the space. Ghost doesn't say anything but his expression is ugly. I crouch in front of Snake, my knife pressed to his throat. “Talk,” I growl. “Who is your boss? Why’s he coming after me?” Snake’s eyes dart between us, desperate. He is cornered and he knows it. “You’re fucked, Viper,” he spits, his voice shaking.