Punished Snake Arm Novels & Stories

The last thing I wanted was his muzzle pointed at Penny's head. "Son of a bitch!" He snarled, pushing Penny to the ground and reaching for his gun. I slammed my fist hard into him, knocking him down. Lunging for his handgun, I tossed it in Penny's direction. Seeing her up close with a busted lip and blood dripping down her neck felt like a blade to my heart. I reacted a second too slowly to Lawrence's fist that came flying toward me. Groaning in pain and gritting my teeth, I tackled him, ready to gouge his eyeballs out.

Mark worked until his arm ached like the devil. His head hurt, he was thirsty, and he needed to take another Vicodin. He didn't want to—painkillers made him loopy and sick to his stomach—but that was better than the fire burning in his arm. "You just had to throw me, didn't you?" he asked his horse Samson. Samson snorted and pawed the ground, not the least bit sorry for unseating his rider. Although Samson was young, he was usually an easy ride, but not when he ran into snakes. Mark hadn't even noticed the snake in their path before Samson had reared. Not expecting it, Mark had landed on his left arm, snapping the bone with a sickening cracking sound.

Ren screamed, collapsing to the ground as the snake coiled around him, its grip tightening. “Help me!” he cried with his voice filled with panic. I wanted to move, to help him, but I couldn’t. My feet felt rooted to the ground, my mind went blank with fear as I watched the snake slowly constrict around my best friend. “Ardan!” Ren shouted with tears streaming down his face. Back in the swamp, I shook off the memory with my focus snapping back to the present. Serena barely had time to react before the snake struck and its fangs sank into her arm. She cried out in pain as the force of the attack knocked her to the ground.

Right when the four or five men were about to start raping her, countless snakes slithered toward them. Some of the snakes were red, some green, all glowing dimly in the night. On the cool mountaintop, the bodies of the snakes were even colder. The big and burly men were terrified, fleeing in all directions. Jane opened her eyes weakly. She was not afraid, she was going to die anyway. Perhaps death by a snake’s bite would be a more merciful outcome.

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...

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.

Rey stood firm, his grip on the branch tightening as he steeled himself for the confrontation with the snake. Rey stared at the snake, his mind focused on the task at hand. And with a swift move, he raised the branch and struck the snake with a powerful blow, aiming for the spot just behind its head. The snake's body recoiled, its tail thrashing wildly as it let out a menacing hiss. Without hesitating, Rey struck again, and again, each blow landing with more force than the previous one. The snake's struggles gradually began to weaken, its body going limp as the life drained from its eyes. Rey continued to strike until he was sure the snake was completely dead.

My wrench was thrown away , My left arm felt deaf and broken. The monster shook the burning head, the stench after burned meat was superb. It was severely hurt, but the pain only made it more angry. It turned slowly to me, raised one of his mighty pranks to To crush me like an annoying fly on the wall. I was able to Snakes working on his arm. I closed my eyes. I'm sorry, Jada. I have not good enough on your seeds Watched. An ear-powdering bang broke the air. It wasn't a plasma table. It was

Even though he didn't have a locator, it would be much easier for Nick to find them. When Callan was about to walk down with Savannah in his arms, he didn't notice that a snake on the branches on both sides was approaching them. Perhaps the snake smelled the blood on Callan's arm. It climbed over quickly and bit Callan's wound. "Uh!" Callan got in pain and immediately reacted. He wanted to swing his arm, but Savannah was still in his arms! So he could only hold Savannah with one hand. Then, he raised his left arm and threw the snake away fiercely. After he quickly pinched its neck with two fingers and shook it for two or three times, the snake was no longer alive.

She suddenly saw a green cobra slip past her feet quickly. Alarmed, she instinctively reached out with her skinny arm and grabbed onto the snake’s head. Thump! She smacked it hard against the floor until the cobra stopped moving. She then tossed it out of the window. When Anthony heard what was happening, he gradually opened his eyes. His head still spun as he managed to see the wound on his arm right away. Charmine returned to their bed and noticed two bloodied puncture holes on his tanned arm, inflicted by the cobra’s fangs.