Punished Snake Arm Novels & Stories

A clawed hand reached in, swiping at my throat. I screamed and shrank back. Just before the claws reached me, a streak of silver-white shot in at terrifying speed and slammed a fist into the wolf gripping the car door. He flew back a dozen feet, crashing into a tree trunk with the wet crunch of breaking bone. I looked up, trembling. In the moonlight, Victor stood in front of my car. His shirt was shredded, muscles taut, skin flushed, sweat tracing the hard lines of his body. Below the waist, his legs had given way to a massive silver-white serpent tail. Broken chains still dangled from it, clinking as he moved.

I shifted back until they were no space left. Small rocks fell behind me, skipping into the water. I was at the edge of the cliff. “You think I'm crazy huh?” She screamed slicing the dagger on her arm. Blood dripped over it. “Even if Xavier hate me after this I can live with that but not you in the way,” she whispered. Then in the next seconds. She rosed her arm up, ready to attack me. I stopped the dagger with my arm, blood instantly spilled over palm. I hissed from the pain, she struggled with me. Digging deep into my trembling arms.

"I’m trying to pass." He didn't say a word. He reached out, his gloved hand grabbing my upper arm with a grip that felt like a vice. "Let go of me!" I shouted. I didn't wait for him to pull me. I swung my leg, kicking him as hard as I could between his legs. I felt the impact, heard a muffled grunt of pain, and his grip loosened just enough for me to tear myself away. I turned and ran, my heart hammering against my ribs. I didn't look back. But my heels caught on a piece of uneven pavement.

"Weakness: Fulcrum point." She pulled. CRACK-SNAP. With a sickening sound of tearing cartilage and shattering bone, Olivia ripped the snake's jaw apart. She dislocated it, then kept pulling until the mandible snapped off completely. The snake thrashed wildly, spewing black blood. Olivia wasn't done. She dropped the jawbone and landed on the snake's neck. She punched her hand into the open wound, burying her arm up to the elbow in the creature’s meat.

The snake hisses, tongue flicking, body coiled. Without thinking, Soral flings it off his body and it lands hard against the debris. Then, he screams again, he has just touched a snake bare-handed! Soral stares at his hands in dumbfounded horror, like they are now cursed and decides that he will just cut them off; he doesn't need hands anymore! If there is any animal he cannot stand, it is certainly snakes. Then—crack. When Soral looks again, he sees the snake's head, completely crushed by Vidarr's booted feet, the rest part of its body struggling weakly.

She made sure that Shelsy's parents didn't appear in the photo. "Well, it's none other than the great snake Deborah. I'll send you the money right now and call you back. You better not try to be clever, or I'll find you no matter what. You know I don't play around," Sondra said. Shelsy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sondra was truly a demon. She entered the room and quickly snatched the cellphone from Sondra, throwing it out the window. Furious, Sondra struck Shelsy hard in the face.

It looked as if someone had run over Fletcher's arm multiple times with a bulldozer. Fletcher lay there, motionless, and merely stared in terror at his mangled arm.

She could catch flies with the length of time it took her to close her lips. “I’m sorry man, don’t break my arm!” The snake-like man screamed whilst contorted underneath. I let go of my vice grip, allowing the coward to slump on the floor. In one swift moment, I grabbed Emiliana by the hips and threw her over my shoulder.

Charles yanked his arm back but I didn’t let go. I did the opposite, I dug my nails in as he pulled, my claws dug into his skin and ripped. Blood pooled and burned, he yanked again this time, ignoring the bite of my nails as they pierced deeper. He wrenched his arm free, or what was left of it. I could feel his skin under my claws, chunks of meat between my fingers, as he cried out in pain. I take a moment to enjoy my work. His once scorched pink skin had turned black, blood ran down his arm and dripped to the floor.

she said with venom coating every word, “but I think you’re better off without an arm.” Before anyone could move, her gun went off. And the sound echoed off. Lucifer stepped backwards. Don’s scream split the room and he hit the ground, clutching what had once been his only functioning hand, now blown open, torn and blood-soaked. The robotic arm sparked lifelessly beside him, twitching like a broken puppet. He screamed again, louder this time, writhing in agony, rolling over as blood pulsed from the wound. His teeth gnashed, grinding through pain too savage to process.