I'm A Snake Novels & Stories

He nodded, and a massive glass tank was wheeled right into the center of the banquet. They ripped the black cloth away. Inside, a Black Mamba flicked its tongue, fixing its dead eyes on me with a blood-curdling hiss. The guards popped the lid, grabbed my arms, and shoved me toward it. The sheer agony of being eaten alive by a venomous snake in my past life flashed before my eyes. I fought back fiercely and screamed, "That garter is made of cheap synthetic fabric! I'm allergic to it. I never wear stuff like that. That thing is absolutely not mine!"

His deep voice replied without answering the question, "What do you think about that snake?" I replied, "It was mean." "Why do you say that?" "I passed out after it licked me. Fortunately, its venom wasn't lethal, or I’d be dead by now." His body stiffened, and he said, "What if the snake was trying to save you?" "Wild beasts are ferocious. They will always attack people for no reason and eat them. I…" I suddenly stopped speaking when I realized the wound Taylor left on the back of my hand, where the snake had licked me, was now closed up and healed. Could that snake really have been trying to treat me?

Something snapped. I reached out and grabbed his collar. “I cannot love snakes,” I said, each word placed deliberately. “And I am not blind, and I am not dumb, and I am not a jerk.” I looked at him directly. “Unlike some people in this room.” I released him. And walked out.

That man is a snake of the worst kind, and I’m just waiting for him to strike. But I nod. “I guess I have no choice, then.”

I responded casually. "So what did you do to the snake?" Augusta asked curiously. "I twisted its neck and killed it then I threw it outside the window. If the snake didn't bite me, I would like to pet it and let it go. But it hurt me first, I need to defend myself that's why I killed it," I explained casually, smiling while looking into her eyes, warning her to stay away from me and not try to harm me again or else, she will be the next to die after her pet snake.

Humans were always like that. After standing for some time at the edge of the water, I decided to shout down at the snake one more time. I took in a deep breath then boomed into the water as loud as I could. “FOOL! YOU A WORTHLESS SLITHERING PEST. I’VE HAD BETTER FIGHTS THAN THIS. EVEN THE DARK WITCH BOWED TO ME!” this one was very personal. I screamed it so loud I heard it echo back to me despite the open plane and vegetation around me. I stood silent for a minute, trying to contemplate what would happen next. But what happened next was not what I had anticipated.

Another unfamiliar voice spoke. “Let’s forget about Irvin for a while because he’s one of our own. We don’t have to worry about him. Let’s think about that abomination that’s living in our pack. He’s a walking bomb. A snake that we are giving a shelter.” Edmond spoke with so much disgust in his voice that it brought tears to Zadkiel’s eyes. “It’s a full moon tomorrow. Let’s think of something to contain him because tomorrow he’s going to get all his powers.” Someone else suggested.

My darned jaw, too big for anything but housing large teeth, is disguising the high-pitched effect of my voice, and it's not coming off nearly as terrified as I'm trying to convey. King's massive body turns, his arm raised. "Is there a hound below the surface?" "No," I scream again and try to back away from King who hasn't released me. "It's on top of the water, you dunderhead. How can you not see it?" I climb his frame, my foot finding purchase on his shoulder, and then I'm up so my entire body is out of the water, crouching to keep my balance. Without moving and possibly dislodging me, King barks, "A snake?"

In spite of that, a row of torches that reached all the way up to the edge of the opening of the volcano, illuminated around that large clearing. A pyramid of three steps and four sides made of large crude stones rose at the center of that great clearing within the forest, with a large esplanade at its top. However, this esplanade was not a flat space. Most of it consisted of a rather shallow depression filled with innumerable snakes of all kinds and sizes. Some tried to climb up the walls of that receptacle; some others crawled along the floor, while others rolled up and entwined with each other to form a mesh of vipers.

That was an insult to the creators of that series and everything else. ‘‘Papa Boss is a decent human being, he isn’t like you,’’ I announced and held fast on to my bag. I had just poked a live snake on the head and it was stupid to stay back and see the reactions, I could compare it with patting a snake on the back and checking out to see if it will show its fangs or split saliva. ‘‘What?’’ He asked again hoping it was a dream. ‘‘Yeah,’’ I reaffirmed as I prepared myself for the consequences.