Lizard From Tangled Novels & Stories

Without breaking her stride, she continued on. … The majestic lizard felt much more confident after returning to the alley. The people Landon wanted to inform about his disappearance were surely not a young woman and a boy. The majestic lizard had a fondness for devouring the souls of women and children, finding them not only delicious but also powerful enough to aid in his transformation. If it ate one or two here quietly, it was certain Landon wouldn't notice.

The first one I encountered was a baby, and it had not even a single piece of adamantium; however, this one had a massive piece of adamantium on its back. The lizard leaned forward in front of me while standing on its two hind legs. Its tail was raised high. Its hands held a massive chunk of metal ore that was completely broken and twisted, like paper that had been sheared. Yep, in its hand was a piece of broken and twisted adamantium. As the lizard inhaled and exhaled, a great deal of white mist was released. It appeared to be debating whether or not to fight. The lizard hissed as it opened its eyes.

The way it bent its body like it was made of jelly sent chills down Red’s spine. “Alright, change of plans!” Red took it head on. She managed to dodge its jaws that snapped with a force she knew could easily snap her bones. With the same unpredictability in her movements and shifting between forms, she managed to strike the lizard a few times. However, her blows did minimal damage. It did not even stun the lizard like Neoma had done. Suddenly, another lizard appeared down the tunnel behind Red. Before either reached her, a torch bounced off the first lizard’s head and landed in front of Red. The first lizard looked directly at the flame and jumped at it. Red jumped up to avoid it, only to be

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

Well, now I can focus on the real reason why I'm here. "Oh, come on. They're not that bad. And they have some really cool lizards and turtles in there too," Connor said "Yeah, I agree. And it's always interesting to see animals that you don't usually get to see in your everyday life," Lowell said "Definitely. Well, let's go check out the reptile house again, and then we can make our way over to the other exhibits," Tasha said "Fine, but if I see a snake, I'm outta there!" I said

“Do you make a habit of losing government documents?” “Only on days that end in Y,” Lily quipped, then groaned. “Great. My humor will get me banned from international travel.” His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, before he moved ahead, breezing through the scanner like a man who owned the place. Lily, of course, set off the metal detector. Twice. By the time she caught up with him near the gate, she was panting. “Well, at least I didn’t end up in TSA prison. Progress, right?”

A cloud of danger over his face, and in one swift motion, he slammed me against the wall, his hands clenching around my waist. "Don't call me that," he growled in a low, menacing voice. For a moment, I really believed he would hurt me, but then his grip released, and he stepped backward, running a hand through his hair. I drew a hand through my pocket and held out to him the lighter he had - a tiger-patterned thing - I had swiped from his room earlier. He stared at it then at me. "What the hell? "It looked cool," I shrugged. He shook his head, reached for the lighter, and lit a cigar.

She took in a large gulp of her saliva, trying to get hold of her gittering teeth. “We meet again, Lyla,” he said with an evil smile playing around the edge of his lips. ______

She was not twelve years old. That fact had been abundantly clear to the pack of idiots loitering near the front steps when Leo pulled up to the curb. Three of them. Maybe four. I'd stopped counting when the tallest one—some lanky kid with the audacity of someone who'd never once had his jaw broken—had let his gaze drag over Hazel like she was something on a menu. I'd felt my hands ball into fists against my thighs. I'd felt something dark and territorial claw its way up through my chest, something I had no rational claim to, no sane justification for.

Santiago’s tongue was a blade, licking, biting, and devouring until Lanka’s spine snapped straight, his hips grinding upward to meet Santiago’s weight. Lanka clawed at the iron forearms holding him down. "I need... to touch you." "No." Santiago’s voice was a gravelly rasp as he reached for the hem of Lanka’s silk lounge pants. It was a clumsy battle with one hand, but the predator won. He jerked the fabric down, then sliced through the lace of the underwear with a single tug, ignoring Lanka’s startled gasp as the scraps hit the floor near the mountain of discarded pillows. Santiago’s gaze traveled over Lanka like he was surveying territory he’d just conquered, a look that made Lanka feel lik