Robinsons Galleria Half Human Half-snake Novels & Stories

Wings- golden wings and a flaming sword; a man in robes and armor crushing a serpent beneath his feet. “Remember, Callie- snakes are slippery things.” “Sweet Mother of God,” I said faintly, eyes snapping open as last night came flooding back to me. My run-in with Corpseboy, the tea party from Hell, nearly being eaten by wolves. And Michael, the beautiful, majestic angel that had been the only pleasant part of that hellish night.

His fingers still wore the shades of red and black colours, while tiny drops of white and gold, glinted off the backpack he had scrapped off the floor, just a few minutes after Yvette's text. He tilted his head to the brick wall he stood before, and stared a few seconds at the half finished painting. He had managed the upper half of the skull with tiny rose petals floating over it, but the lower jaw was missing. The top had its complete set of gold lined smirking teeth, which among those was a fang soiled in mostly red and part gold. A second of satisfactory smile smeared on his face and disappeared, as he grabbed tighter the straps of his backpack, and picked his way to the location Yve had

Since the companion was mostly wandering in her chest area, it has a very sexy look whenever she reverted to human form as it was right on top of her bust. 'It seems that I have to store clothes in the space-ring from now on.' She reached the middle part of the valley, in the area where she first had fallen and a familiar scene presented to her. A large pack of rank 2 Earth snakes was coiled around a rank 3 one. The rank 3 snake was sleeping and some violet spots were present on his yellow body, the fight with the Horned snake had left some injuries on its body. 'I guess it is time to test my real strength now. I wonder if it will be happy to meet its old friend.'

Grayson ordered as Rosa joined them again, covering the rear. Suddenly, the hallway lights flickered, and from around the corner came a sound–a wet, clicking noise. Not footsteps. Not quite human. Grayson raised his weapon. "Something’s here." They froze. A figure turned the corner. Not a soldier. It was a hybrid. Taller than a man, with elongated limbs and partially synthetic plating across its torso, its face shimmered with artificial skin that rippled like liquid over bone. Its eyes locked onto Elena, and then onto Rose.

“You have to let people feel safe before you pull the rug out from under them, don’t you think, my dear?” I can’t help but nod. He’s infuriatingly clever when he isn’t insufferable. Turning my chair, I glance at Vixi. My darling. A red milk snake with bright yellow bands, coiled elegantly in her glass tank. Harmless, yet she makes people uneasy without even trying. I guess that makes us opposites. I stand, retrieve a white mouse from the supply, and lower it into her tank. She strikes instantly. Morgan grimaces at the sight of her swallowing, his revulsion poorly disguised.

" Everyone else got off their pegasi and we all walked with him. On the way there, I was enjoying the fresh air so much, that I didn't notice the snake that was hanging on my foot. I looked down and said, "Sid! I know that's you!" Gryphon and King Chiron laughed. Sid went to change and came back saying, "How did you know?" I said, "Because all other snakes slither away when they see us. They don't grab on for dear life." I laughed. Trina and the other guards just shook their heads in disbelief. We continued to make small talk until we reached King Chiron's office. We walked in, and it was huge. But I guess it would have to be for a man who is half horse.

Satisfied that most of the real police had left the building, Dom keyed his radio. "Palo? You there?" Palo looked down through dirty plexiglass. The yellow exoskeleton stood 126 feet tall and resembled a giant stick figure. He used an enormous grasper to place a half ton pallet of electroactive wallboard on the third floor of the quickly growing office complex, straighted his durasteel spine, and turned the machine's torso toward the east. Tiled rooftops stretched into the distance.

The salty gulp that barrels down my throat almost clumps into something immobile---deadly. The room holds its breath as a 5'10 woman enters, covered in a green skin-tight romper. She has brown skin, coated in undertones both earth and warmth, a striking contrast to the cool air around her. She nearly floats onto the stage, no doubt a former gymnast or ballerina. She isn't just a presence, she is nature itself.

Ronan gave Philip a thumbs-up as everyone returned to their meals. His words really carried some weight to command these people with just a casual remark. Philip was unfazed by the compliment. He was staring at a person. To be precise, he was looking at a curtain where a woman behind the curtain was staring at Philip too. She was the owner of this diner, and she was not a human but of a humanoid race. She had the upper body of a human, which was very beautiful and attractive. Anyone would be attracted by her beauty with just one glance. However, she had the lower body of a snake.

The air around them grew cold, heavy with tension as Ronan emerged fully into view. His presence seemed to warp the world itself, the shadows bending and stretching toward him as though pulled by some magnetic force. Sasha’s breath hitched at the sheer size of him now—half-man, half-beast, with talons as sharp as daggers and glowing amber eyes that promised nothing but destruction.