I Got A Snake Man Novels & Stories

The shorter kidnapper lunged at him, with a knife flashing, but the stranger caught his wrist, twisted, and drove an elbow into his ribs so hard that the man collapsed. Someone screamed from the guests. Glasses are being shattered. Melanie pulled me backward, but before I could move, one of the goons who hadn't fallen yet came from the side, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking me hard. "Let her go!" Thomas bellowed, launching forward, but the man swung me around as a shield. I could smell him, sweat, smoke, and something sharp like cheap alcohol from him. "She's coming with us!" he roared, dragging me toward the open door.

The white snake crawled up on my feet, its red crests blazing high. It looked at me like a god looking down at his commoners. "Do you need more water?" The snake could talk, and I saw it open its mouth like a human. So for a moment, the people who speak up are it. It is beyond my imagination. The werewolf world does not have much understanding of other species. What's more, I don't even know how I can hear it. "I'm Mewo. You can call me Mr. Mewo if you want." The snake said.

Hana gave a smile, not understanding what she should be replying to, started drinking again. "You have a wonderful dimple. Can I touch it!" Ian said with an amused look abruptly. Hana choked and started coughing after listening to what she heard. Ian smirked after looking at her, "Not a problem, let me when you are comfortable." Nabi's noticed Ian's clothes and inquired, "Why are you dressed?" "Great!! Finally !! What are you deeply thinking? Vampire movie or novel?" Ian asked satirically and started drinking Nabi's drink.

I watched with helpless eyes as Inyoka returned to the water again and sank back in. When she came out, she had taken her snake form—an anaconda. She wrapped her body around him, not willing to let Zach go or even breathe. Zach, too, who had no control over his body, allowed himself to be swayed. “You are mine,” Inyoka said. It was quite pathetic that an entire snake goddess was this thirsty over love in her prime; wasn’t she warned? Why was she bent on loving someone?

The second guy had a black eye patch and a tattoo that ran down his two arms as he was wearing an armless shirt. "I certainly hope this won't repeat itself" I was stunned by his audacity to think that they needed a special invite to the party I organised for the school. I didn't reply and I could feel the tension in the room increasing as everyone waited to see what could be the outcome of this. "Well then, let's party!!!!!!" He shouted suddenly leaving me confused, and with a cheer from everyone the music was brought back to life. "My name is Snake and that is my brother Venom and as you may already know, we are the brothers of light" Pretty much weird for a name, but the fact that the trou

" Am I seeing things? Are you a part of my imagination? " The snake man leans forward and flicks her forehead. "What do you think? Do I look too handsome to be real? " There was a smirk on his face, and truly it made him look surreal. His hair was a dark shade of yellow, almost golden, and his eyes were unlike anything she had seen before. He was beautiful, a lot like something out of a well-designed art. " This is your cave? " " Yes "

The unkempt man motions to a light switch near the door and the younger man flicks it on, lighting up the room the unkempt one is in. Snake, a smaller man wearing a dress suit with short black hair, taking out a piece of jerky from a large bag in his hands intermittently. His eyes sunken into his skull, a dim red glow emitting from inside as he bites down on his tenth piece of jerky, chewing on it slowly before strapping the bag on his waist. "Don't talk much?" Snake pulls on the jerky whilst grabbing one end with his teeth, ripping a piece off before chewing it and swallowing it in full, "I don't like talking." Snake places the rest of the jerky in his hand into his mouth and begins slowly

“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.”