Punished Snake Arm Novels & Stories

The sensation is so sudden and visceral, I double-check to see if I had in fact been injured during the fight off the beach, but my arms are unmarked, except for where the shackles have rubbed my wrists raw, the internal metal spikes rubbing against bones. “Give your body a moment to adjust,” Atremi assesses, standing just out of my reach. “You should start to feel better soon.” “I’ll feel better after I’ve roasted your body over a spit and thrown the bones into the sea,” I snap, imagining the sound of his screams as I smell the sizzle of his skin. It’s been ages since Ona and I had a beach party. I’m sure once she finds out how this snake has abused his power over her family, claimed her he

His eyes widen as Harlan approaches, stuttering out protests, pleads, as Harlan grabs him. And snaps the bones in his arm.

Under severe pain, he immediately drew the knife from his waist and severed his arm! Blood splattered everywhere, and the room was filled with it. The warlock kept that snake as a poison. It would die on the spot if it bit its owner. Furthermore, those snakes were extremely poisonous. If the bitten area were not immediately cut off, the poison would kill the infected in seconds. Alexander ripped his shirt into strips, tied up his broken arm's wound, and looked at Chad, his face pale. He had no idea how the poisonous flower dragon snake he had raised for several years would suddenly bite him.

Be that as it may, Snake didn't see her arms moving, he just felt a virus wind blowing through his body. Seeing such an unfathomable sight, Wild Scar could gaze in dismay. He surged forward to help Snake, yet he could see that he came past the point of no return for Snake on the grounds that the spot where his arm regularly was, was at that point vacant. Alongside his falling arm and blade, Snake dropped to the ground.

The severed hand fell to the ground with a dull thud, but the figure didn’t scream or even flinch. Maria landed a few feet away, her breath coming fast. For a brief moment, she hesitated. Should we retreat? The figure’s head tilted toward his mutilated arm, and a twisted smile crept across his face. “You made me use this arm so soon,” he growled, Then, with a sickening squelch, the stump began to writhe, tendons twisting like snakes as dark energy seeped from the wound. Bone pierced through flesh, elongating unnaturally, and sinew wrapped itself around the skeletal frame in seconds. The new arm snapped into place, flexing its clawed fingers as though testing its strength.

Who the fuck knew anymore. He slipped his arm into the toilet. The water was chilly, the shit slimy and wet, the puke sticky and chunky and muddy. His fingers broke through the toilet paper. It stuck in long torn streaks to the snakes infesting his flesh, their slippery bodies sliding under it and around it before shaking it free. He reached further, deeper. Groped. The dark piss swam between the snakes. It burned. Like alcohol on an open cut. But this was along his hand, between his fingers, up his forearm to his elbow. A burn eating him in one big bite.

The snake who slithered into our Pack and infected it with poison. I sank into the heavy obsidian chair at the far end of the room. It was carved from stone and enchanted to enhance my Alpha presence—a symbol of judgment and execution. My fingers drummed lightly on the armrest as I studied him. Raven was barely conscious, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, eyes swollen from earlier beatings. But the bastard still had the nerve to smirk.

not Remi or Denton or even Liam who had seen it all. I was tainted now...dirty...they would never look at me the same. I would never look at me the same. I slashed the wrist of the dislocated arm, I felt a burn but no pain...and watched in fascination as blood seeped immediately, rolling in a red stream across my arm and pooling on the bed. I reached under the pillow and did one on my upper thigh as I couldn’t do the opposite wrist...my dead arm would not co-operate. And a sense of peace settled...because I was doing the right thing for all of us...ending the curse...

My arm moved before I even registered the thought, propelled by raw, unadulterated fury. My palm connected with her cheek with a sickening crack. Her head snapped to the side, a startled gasp escaping her lips. For a split second, I saw it – just a flash, a dark intricate design peeking from beneath the sleeve of my shirt as my arm recoiled. A series of swirling lines, like ancient runes, covering my forearm. Then she was falling.

“One of us has to look presentable.” Adrian appeared at the end of the corridor. “Zane sent an urgent mind link, what’s it?” Zane scrambled to his feet and lunged toward Adrian. “Save me from this psycho! He’s using me as a punching bag because he can’t get his girl to—” He grabbed Adrian’s arm. Failing to see the long animal bracelet resting there. He squeezed Adrian so hard the snake got startled. Black uncoiled like a whip and snapped straight onto Zane’s shoulder. Zane’s high-pitched, girlish shriek echoed down the entire hallway as he thrashed around, trying to detach a seven-foot reptile from his shirt. It should’ve been hilarious. I couldn't even crack a smile.