I'm A Snake Novels & Stories

Camelia said, standing in front of Cameron and I “The camps and I never get along,” I said as we continued our way "Really, why is this?" Cameron asked I stuttered a little as I recalled my disgusting memories of the camp, when I was ten years old, the room I slept in was burnt down by idiots, and when I was twelve I was standing on a cliff and I fell from a height of 15 meters and it was the curse that pushed me, and you don't even wonder how I am on Alive now because I can't tell you, my God I hate camps so much.... 14

" You would want to be fucked by someone like that, right? Don’t be shy... do tell!" I stared at her. At the snake. At the snake on her neck. "What the fuck?" I snapped, backing up a step. "Why would I be thinking about any of that when there is a fucking snake casually cuddling your throat?" I ran a hand through my hair. "You need to toss it out. Right now. Because I am officially, actively and deeply terrified."

What a sly snake! "You keep teasing and bullying me to no end!" I exclaimed, glaring at him. However, Basil just stared back at me, stupefied. Then, he wailed and said, "I never did that!" I wasn't interested in his explanations. I just said, "Stay farther away from me. You're a bad snake!" Basil replied in a choked voice, "I'm not a bad snake. I'm a good snake. You said it yourself. You said that I was the most well-behaved snake in the world!"

Slowly, the purple mist took its final form, the INYOKA. The mother was alarmed at these strange activities; she tried to run away again, but her feet were not letting go. The large, venomous purple snake crawled towards her, and the mother freaked out as the snake climbed on her body, gliding its scaly self around her until it reached the baby.

Snake walked to his room and sat on the bed, he was struggling not to scream so that people would not start wondering if he was okay or not. “Did she really thank me?” Snake asked himself, still really excited.

Gwenn I have an issue with snakes. The first person I ever love loved and wanted to be owned by saved me from a snake. The person who got to own me was nothing but a snake. Rushing back to Northshore to save his pathetic excuse of a life should show how much of a great person I am, not only was I trying to keep him alive but I was also trying to make things between us work. I guess I shouldn’t lie and say that those were the only reasons I was rushing back to Northshore. It was about time that I hold Arius, the snake who supposedly owned me and also popularly known as the acting king of Northshore, to his word.

Annoying me until all I want to do is kick him down a hill. "If you're not going to carry me then I'll just stay here." I huffed before sitting on the ground and crossed my arms and pouted like a little kid. He walked passed me and I refrained from throwing a rock at his head. He turned around chuckling while shaking his head at me. " You know you're really stubborn." He said. " Why thank you." I smiled sarcastically. " There are snakes and bears here." He revealed. "Nice try but that doesn't scare me." I said arrogantly but deep down I was about to shit my pants when I heard the word snake. I have seen anaconda and it doesn't end well.

I was trapped, with no escape from the deadly reptile. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft rustling of the snake's scales as it prepared to unleash its deadly venom. I was alone, facing my mortality, with no one to save me from the jaws of death. Time seemed to freeze, and I waited.

Nico I’m like a coiled snake ready to strike, I do not trust this girl or anyone here, a very long life of betrayal and war has taught me never to let my guard down. It goes against every instinct inside of me to let Amelia out of my sight in this moment.

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.