Sasuke Uchiha Snake Romane & Geschichten

I raised my body and kept my eyes glued to the Healer because I knew Nathan would want me to lay back on the bed and wait for him. "It takes three hours for the venom of this snake to paralyze anyone. I guess this wasn't meant for her but for you, Alpha Nathan, or maybe your brother. And since it's a small one, I guess the ancient snake must have given birth to a litter of little snakes. One thing about this species of snakes is that it can be summoned. Once the words are spoken to the mother, she lets one of her children go on the mission. You were lucky that you realized it in time, or Ashina here would be crippled with your son inside her. That's the worst punishment anyone can ever give;

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

The sky stretched endless above him, a brilliant shade of deep twilight, as if the sun had just set but the stars had not yet appeared. And wrapped around him, like a living shield, was the snake. Not just any snake—him. A massive, dark blue cobra, its scales gleaming under the ethereal light, its powerful body coiled loosely around Ashwin’s waist. It should have terrified him. Every rational part of his mind should have screamed at him to move, to run, to fight. But there was no fear. Only ease. The serpent’s body was cool against his skin, firm but not constricting. It nuzzled against his neck, its breath warm as it flicked its tongue out, tasting his scent.

He was a snake, through and through. Avi and I continued to discuss matters until nearly an hour passed. I walked him out, the cool night breeze ruffling his hair. As soon as he reached his car, he turned and leaned in closer to me, his breath reeked of alcohol, yet his gaze held something deep and provocative. “We can still end things on a better note, Nero. I'm in need of a good…” he traced a finger down my chest. “Workout.” I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from my chest, raising it to my lips to kiss. His cheeks flushed instantly.

Deep inside, a cold shiver crawled through him. 'Tch. That girl is a serpent!'

“They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.” Jack set Aki’s photo down on the table between them. Black eyes. White hair. The composure of someone who owns gravity wherever she walks. “And her?” he asked. “Ghost program,” Susan said, almost to herself. “Recruitment out of disaster zones. Stateless. Practically invisible. I never met her. But the codename crossed server logs with a Japanese flag and a redacted training file from a contractor we all pretended didn’t exist.” “Sumua was declared dead,” Pauly said, tapping the corner of the dossier with a pen cap. “Somebody laundere

He moved. It wasn't a fight; it was a slaughter. He became a blur of silver fur and violet lightning. He didn't use weapons; his tails were his blades. He moved with deadly precision, one that made the elite assassins look like children. In a few seconds, the liquid-chrome suits were shredded, and the Dusk-Blades lay shattered on the concrete. But as the last assassin fell, Valerius staggered. He coughed suddenly, violet blood staining his lips. The effort of forcing his power while the poison was still in his system was tearing him apart from the inside.

"How to proceed? If we can't kill them, we'll find someone else who can." "Someone else? Who?" Stanley asked Susan in confusion. Susan suddenly took out her phone and scrolled through it. There was still internet access. "Him." Susan pointed at the phone screen. Stanley's pupils widened involuntarily when he saw the image on the screen. "Is that… a snake?" Susan nodded. "Yes. This is a message from a pet store owner. The mechanical snake is his pet. If we serve him, he'll get revenge for us," Susan spoke viciously, her face filled with resentment.