Punished Snake Novels & Stories

“That’s right. You had no idea. By right, I shouldn’t blame you for it.” Madam Snake took some time to calm down. Just when Quinn thought Madam Snake would let her go, she suddenly heard Madam Snake roar with anger, “But even then, you deserve to die!” Madam Snake reached out to grab Quinn by the throat. She lifted Quinn into the air. Quinn was suffocating. She struggled with all her might but it was useless. “You killed my Ronnie! “All of you should die!” Madam Snake looked like she had gone crazy. She stared at Quinn with red eyes and her grip got tighter.

Sea Turtle asked, “Water Snake, who should take care of him?” Water Snake sneered. “I hate this kind of hypocrite with a superficially kind face. Seeing him sends goosebumps all over my body. I’m going to cut him into pieces.” As he said, Water Snake rushed towards Virgo and punched his face. Virgo caught Water Snake’s fist with one palm, but unexpectedly, a poisonous snake came out of Water Snake’s sleeve and snapped at Virgo’s wrist.

I thought all I had done was horrible, heartless things. “I saw you at the Base when Cosmo was killing my friends” the man huffed “you obviously have a thing for befriending deranged people.” “Like me!” the snake man smiled, making the woman he held laugh at me “you let me hold the delicious baby, but then you didn’t let me take it. It was very hard trying to get back in with you and that other man guarding the room.” “So that’s where you went?” the woman flicked his nose “shame on you, Python. I thought you were above ritualistic shit.”

Gina said viciously. "You can't kill me," I said, pushing Gina back as hard as I could. She stepped back until her feet fell into a pit. The pit appeared to be a trap set by a hunter in order to catch his prey. The surface of the pit was covered with weeds and could not be seen. I heard Gina's cries of pain from the pit, so I knelt on the edge and looked down. The pit was deep and dark, and I could see Gina wriggling under it as if she'd been bitten. Then a long shadow flashed before my eyes. When I see clearly. A thick, triangular-shaped snake spits its red tongue at me in front of my eyes.

But Dad remained impassive as he looked at me and said, "According to the rules, when Tommy does something wrong, you get double the punishment!" A thick cane whistled through the air and lashed viciously across my back. "Ah!" I screamed, my thin shirt offering no protection against the brutal force. A searing pain shot across my back instantly, as if my skin had been split open. The lashes rained down mercilessly on me. From my arms and my back down to my thighs, no part of me was spared. I writhed on the floor in agony, instinctively covering my head with both hands. Cold sweat poured down my face as my vision blurred.

I chuckled, running to the middle part of the snake. “Okay snake, time to get burnt once again,” I said, bringing my palm out. Fire shot out of my hand and I made sure the intensity was high. The snake hissed, turning to me. The tail shot up, coming towards me, but before it could get near me, I threw a big rock on it. It hissed louder, and it was getting more angry. I was still burning him and I just figured I have rocks too.

I practically shouted my reply, “Of course I haven’t! As much as I am scared, she is dead, my brain tells me she is alive, and that we will find her. But..I can’t leave this starving thing alone here, it could have killed me, easily, I even wanted it to, but it didn’t.” Zin just looked me and then bent down to stare eye to eye with me before he spoke. “You will find that a snake doesn’t always bite at first, but the moment you turn to leave, your heel will become the obsession of its bite.” His whisper didn’t make me sacred, neither did his words, what scared me was the pain and hate I suddenly seen in those dark pools staring at me. I turned my head looking back again at the dark corner.

said eleven year old Natasha. Obviously, her mother gave in in the end and Natasha has had a pet snake ever since. She watched as the snake dug in to the beef jerky she had pulled from the fridge. The sleek green skin moved so smoothly as she stretched out a hand and stroke it. They seemed to have established a connection as the snake had never lashed out at her but always seemed to enjoy her company and it went both ways. Grabbing her pack, Natasha left after waving her mother bye despite the tension between them.

The sound of his sword digging deep into the flesh was strangely satisfying for his ears. The pain had forced the beast to go outrage, wildly swinging its huge head out. Arth stepped back, as the snake was slowly dying from his Blackwinter pierced on its head. Dark blood flowed endlessly and mixed with the snow. At the snake’s last breath, its red eyes faded, then its mouth slowly opened—where a small, purple core appeared glowing inside.

the punisher said. I'm already having a ton of blood clots because of the whip. I want to cry, but I won't. "Just finish your job and don't act as if you care about me. I don't need your sympathy," I replied. He's such a nuisance. He stopped for a while, only to let the snakes pass through me. That is my weakness, fuck shit. They've gone so far. Is this even reasonable? "...what is this for?" I asked.