Novel & Cerita Medusa Snake Tattoo Soul Eater

Three colors representing different venomous animals appeared along with the burst of energies. “They’re the Three Voodoo Sovereigns of the Voodoo Cult, Master Collins. The one on the left in green is the Snake Voodoo Sovereign, the middle one in black is the Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign, and the one on the right in red is the Toad Voodoo Sovereign,” Madam Snake quickly told Chase.

He couldn't die just like that! "Spare me, spare my life. I'm willing to be your slave and serve you..." The Golden-scale Blood Crocodile's soul roared in the throes of death. In the sky, the beautiful girl's hand controlling the God-suppressing Seal stopped. She stretched out her delicate hand and bent her fair tender fingers, which were like freshly peeled spring onions. A strange dark tattoo emerged from her fair palm, releasing a kind of strange power to capture the Golden-scale Blood Crocodile's soul. At last, the soul was refined into a crimson light, sinking into the tattoo.

“Aria. You are pregnant. Stop hyperventilating and tell me clearly what you’re saying.” My heart slammed harder. Someone had to tell Kael. It could not be me. I could not look into his eyes and speak the words that would break him again. “Gemma saw a tattoo,” I forced out. “A yellow snake strangling a wolf. That’s what she thought it was. That’s what the man who killed Kael’s parents had on his body.” Nyssa nodded slowly. “Go on.” “It’s not a snake,” I whispered. “It’s a golden dragon wrapped around a wolf. The dragon’s wings lie folded along the wolf’s back. A crown floats above them. The wolf is changing. Becoming the dragon. Becoming ruler.”

He's shirtless, looking so hot with the dark tattoos and thick muscles as he licked his wet lips. His nose stud stood s*xily on his nose. Of all the tattoos on his body, the most significant one is one of a large snake, sitting on his chest with the stem of a poisonous flower in it's widely open mouth. He looked down at Jezebel who's still lying in bed, waiting for the next shit, then he began unbolting his belt, ready to pull out his meat. Jezebel smiled largely, ready to have him hard again. She's the gang b**ch, the only lady who never gets tired of the boss's d**k.

As soon as it hit my taste buds with its bitterness, I spat it out. “Yeah, it’s very bitter, but it’s medicinal,” she stated, combing her black hair with her hand, revealing a tattoo. My heartbeat hiked as I recognized it—the tattoo of the black fangs. I was in the Demon Alpha’s territory. The moon goddess had decided to throw me into the deep blue sea.

It was a really strange piece of work but it also looked quite attractive at the same time. On top of the tattoo, there was an edge of the sphere that resembled the waning moon and started downwards with a series of vice-like lines that possibly looked like vines or serpents and in the middle part of it was shaped into something like a two-tray scale and ends with something in the form of a fire-like sketch. It was a very odd combo. I reasoned out that maybe the serpent and balance represented lies and justice, but the moon and fire made no sense. “Did I ever mention that you look very cute when you’re face is scrunched up with confusion?” A rick velvety voice speaks up beside me and I whip

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Snake Eyes's slit-like eyes narrowed even further as he furrowed his brows. Every one of Medusa's snakes contained deadly venom that could fell even an Elder God in a matter of hours! It could even seep into the most precious Godhead and damage it, causing much greater trouble than mere death. As such, many gods and goddesses avoided Medusa and Snake Eyes. That was why the Snake Pirates had been so wanton in their actions! However, everything had a natural bane. Although Medusa's poison was deadly, it had its weakness.