Romans & histoires I Got A Snake Man

“I cannot heal you without doing that. I am not a healer. You can only be saved if you are reborn. You must become an Undead.” Yes, as you may have guessed earlier, this cloaked man was an Undead! His face may be concealed, but his crimson eyes gave away his race from the moment he appeared. He who was used to squashing the hopes of men and bringing them to the dark side for his own amusement, had found a new plaything was eager to try out his new experiment. The Snake King was an interesting man who caught his attention a few years ago. He had followed the terrorist in his endeavors and had been impressed by the man’s wit and skill. The Snake King was certainly not the strongest person he h

He handed the pages to me. I scanned through it. “A wyvern, dragon, or a snake.” That narrows it down, I thought to myself. “Well, he calls himself The Snake Man.” So much for enlisting the help of a doctor. “There you have it then. He could be one or all of the above.” Anthony said, “Poisonous fangs, able to transform himself into a monstrous reptile. With or without being able to breathe fire. This sounds like a dangerous individual. Friend of yours?”

I thought all I had done was horrible, heartless things. “I saw you at the Base when Cosmo was killing my friends” the man huffed “you obviously have a thing for befriending deranged people.” “Like me!” the snake man smiled, making the woman he held laugh at me “you let me hold the delicious baby, but then you didn’t let me take it. It was very hard trying to get back in with you and that other man guarding the room.” “So that’s where you went?” the woman flicked his nose “shame on you, Python. I thought you were above ritualistic shit.”

She got on her knees and watched as Ganjai got up to get the snake. Ganjai had gotten the snake basic and had brought out the snake. It was a long and deadly snake. It was a cobra. Nelly gasped, "Fuck"

“Take your disgusting henchmen and your tiny dick energy and leave this minute.” His smile vanishes. Eyes narrow to slits. “Little girl, watch your mouth.” I square my jaw, refusing to back down. “Fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops. You got your money. We’re done.” He takes one step back toward me, looming, snake tattoo gleaming. “You don’t want to mess with me, princess. They call me Snakehead for a reason.” Like I care what they call him. I just want him gone.

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.

The door was embedded into the wall and so well hidden that even with a magnifying glass, one might not find the crack. A carriage slowly stopped by the wall. Soon, a young man in his thirties, looking very ordinary, got off. In a crowd, no one would pay him any attention. However, this seemingly ordinary young man was the right-hand man of Charlie Colon from the Colon family in the Southern District, known publicly as “Golden Snake.” He was a formidable individual who Charlie supplied with significant resources each month, with strength approaching that of a quasi-Battle Warrior. Golden Snake was familiar with Gazelle Tavern. He faced the wall for a few seconds, and a door appeared. After h

the snake hissed in its snaky voice. "Can I at least see her?" the man said in response to the giant snake. "You don't deserve her! She should not have ended the way she did! It was all because of you!" the giant snake bellowed her litanies and renewed its relentless attack on the man. It wants to see the man hurt to assuage all the pain it had endured during all this time as guardian of the tomb of its good master. It wants to see its master back alive but such thing cannot be. Only the tears were flowing on the snake's eyes in huge pools of floods. The man kept silent through it all until the snake went tired for its hopeless attempts to hurt the man.

Hunter got even closer, his face transformed by anger. “The time and place you want, Snake, you’ll see the fucked up alcoholic loser will do to you again, but this time, only one of us will get out off the ring alive, are you in?” “I’m in, and you hottie, when you get tires of this bag of shit, you just have to tell me, I’m Snake. Sickle, you lost one woman to me and if this hottie wants, I’ll do you this favor again, I’ll fuck her too.”

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.