Robinsons Snake Man Novels & Stories

His jump was timed so perfectly that he was just about the same height as the snake. "Power Smash!" The rhino man shouted. POW! Along with his shout, a thunderous boom resounded followed by metallic crunch. The snake's armoured head was dented and even its movement was stalled. The snake writhed in pain which shook the rhino man off of it. The rhino man managed to stop one snake, but he couldn't make his move to stop the other one. "Shit!" The other snake flew past him. It roared loudly as it went full speed.

Well, if he missed indigestion and diarrhea that much, what could a wife do except oblige? That afternoon, two men in the uniform of a large chain supermarket arrived to unload cups of super-spicy mac 'n' cheese in the front hall of the Grimm Co. building. The poor receptionist kept protesting, her voice rising with panic, "I think there's been a mistake! We didn't order any of this!" I stepped into the hall from behind the truck. When she saw me, she straightened at once and greeted me with forced politeness, "M-Mrs. Grimm! Good afternoon!"

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

Boom! As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, the air around Carson's body suddenly vibrated violently. The dark blue embroidered robe on his body fluttered without wind, and black air oozed from the hem. Not only that, but Carson's face was also undergoing a horrifying change. Half of his face that was hidden in the darkness grew dense snake scales, and his mouth also bulged forward, constantly flicking out his forked tongue. Next, his eyes revealed a terrifying scarlet color.

The unkempt man motions to a light switch near the door and the younger man flicks it on, lighting up the room the unkempt one is in. Snake, a smaller man wearing a dress suit with short black hair, taking out a piece of jerky from a large bag in his hands intermittently. His eyes sunken into his skull, a dim red glow emitting from inside as he bites down on his tenth piece of jerky, chewing on it slowly before strapping the bag on his waist. "Don't talk much?" Snake pulls on the jerky whilst grabbing one end with his teeth, ripping a piece off before chewing it and swallowing it in full, "I don't like talking." Snake places the rest of the jerky in his hand into his mouth and begins slowly

“Shoot the big, scary, talking snake, please!” The smaller man blinked once, then pointed his weapon. The heavy retorts of one of Roo’s borrowed M-16s sent the massive reptile slithering across the debris-strewn floor faster than either man thought possible. The snake gave one last angry hiss, then plowed head-first into a pool of water near the old reception desk in what was left of the lobby. Fernández slowly made his way toward the pool. “If I see another forked tongue or tail; I’m using the 40-Mike-Mike on ’em,” said Fernández.

But that did not stop St Just’s head from aching, thoughts churning as he considered. They would have to wait till they touched down to get to Bainca... Until then, the desperate message he had sent to Barry would have to suffice. * In his lair, Snake sat, rubbing his scarred and raised skin. He was grotesque, and he knew it. But the thought of inflicting fear in Bianca’s mind made him grin. A ghoulish grimace. After that, he would move on to ruining Roxanne’s life, he thought darkly.

Rob innocently turned his head towards the handsome Alpha and tried to ignore my questioning glance. “I was just saying that as soon as those nitwits must have opened the bathroom door, a splash of hot concrete tar must have poured on them and the snakes must have bound them by now,” he concluded. “What the hell dude ? Where did you get the snakes from and what were those ear deafening blasts ?” Rob asked shocked.

A couple of thin and black young snakes crawled out of her neckline and sleeves not long after. Jenson, who was a neat freak, merely thought that these young snakes were gross, so he jumped a couple of steps back. Baby Robbie came out of the bedroom while drooping his head. He muttered to himself listlessly, “Strange. I clearly placed it in the drawer, why is it gone?” When he looked up, he saw a bunch of tiny snakes crawling out of Madam Nephele’s clothes. Baby Robbie hurried over and pulled Jenson, who was filled with nothing but disgust, behind him.

Every time Robin looks at me sharply, I feel intimidated and a bit guilty. Seeing Robin reminds me of what happened last night. My face burns from embarrassment. "Seems like you were enjoying yourselves," he said sarcastically as he squinted his eyes at me. "Of course! Do you want to join us, Bro?" Rowan uttered with a big smile. Rowan seems like a devil to me right now when he smiles like that. What is he scheming this time? "I guess. I was bored anyway. So I might as well watch you two lest you do something inappropriate." Robin said with a solemn expression.