Slither Novels & Stories

Mate. The word reverberated in every ounce of Chloe’s being. Every synapse, every cell, every ounce of her body seemed to light up and sing the word like it was the only thing she knew and understood. Even the golden wolf locked in her mind had joined in the chorus until Chloe’s ears felt like they were ringing from the calamity within her.

Creature Name: Draco (Named by David Sanchez) Scientific Name: Grandis Serpentis Draco Classification: Soul-evolved Animal (Ultraspecies) Basic Description: An absurdly powerful reptile that has evolved the ability to crudely manipulate fire transformed from its soul’s natural psionic energy. Physical Appearance:

However, the boy’s words struck a curious resonance in him, and a memory surfaced, of a massive and inhuman thing slithering in the dark . mene, mene tekel upharsin And that’s when he heard it. A liquid flopping. He whirled, eyes searching the dimness . . . as something squelched wetly behind the counter. He leapt back, fearing It would come after him, even though he had no idea what It was. The slithering sounds swelled, accompanied once more by that throbbing voice, which evoked primordial fears as each unintelligible syllable pounded against Gavin’s brain, over and over . . .

Slava Bogu - Thank God Ya tyebya lyublyu - I love you Za uspekh - To success Zaichonok - little rabbit (Male) Zayka - little rabbit (Female) Zdravstvuyte - hello (formal) Note: Russians are big on diminutive names they have a name they use in formal settings; one they use amongst friends and sometimes ones that are reserved for their lovers Name: Aleksander Diminutive (nickname): Sasha Pejorative: Sashka Endearing: Sashulya

One big black toad was rumbling its throat fiercely before sticking its tongue out to a smaller mud slime in front of it. “GROAKKK!!” the sound erupted from its throat before its tongue latched onto the slime. The slime has no voice to sound as it was just made from water, so the only sound it could emit is ‘blob’ when it was hauled and swallowed by the giant toad.

If Shin wasn't his lover, maybe Redric had eaten the girl alive. 'BABY HATCH' Shin immediately snapped out of his reverie when she passed the place labeled 'Baby Hatch'. It is a baby dump box. Although controversial, but the Swiss government has opened Baby Hatch in 2001 in the city of Einsiede. What now made Shin surprised was when she saw an old woman who was sneaking around with a baby, then quickly put the baby into a box labeled 'Baby Hatch'. And the woman immediately ran leaving the baby. Yeah, she dumped the baby!

She made it halfway before Drago caught her. Huge arms engulfed her, “No,, you aren’t going to run, my mate,” His silky voice lulled in her ears. Mate. Why did he keep saying that word? What was she, an albatross? Humans didn’t refer to their partners as mates, wolves maybe, but not humans, so why did he keep repeating it? Drago’s strong arms carried her effortlessly to the bathroom. The thing was huge. All white, just like the rest of the room, and in the center was what she considered her mortal enemy, a huge whirlpool bathtub, big enough to fit four or five people.

The sudden shift in weight halted our slide for a single, agonizing second, the wood groaning under the immense strain. The Frost-Wyrm hissed, a sound like shattering glass, and reared back into the white-out. Its massive, ice-plated head turned slowly, its empty, translucent eye sockets tracking the movement of the sliding sled. It unhinged its jaw once more, preparing to sweep the remaining platform into the dark void.

Dark green slime gushed from the corners of its mouth, and both of its eyes were instantly scorched black, completely blinding it. "HISS!!!" It thrashed its head in agony, wildly flicking its half-severed tongue. It rolled frantically along the riverbank, smashing and crashing into everything like a lunatic. I put away the RPG, flipped down from the tree, and charged straight at the giant snake. My movements were so insanely fast it looked like I was using cheat codes. The remaining dozen or so Superpower Users and dozens of water plant soldiers nearby immediately retreated again and again, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

it's closer. A slithering sound rustles in the ferns below. My breath catches. I nock an arrow, magic humming along the shaft. "Come on, you slimy bastard," I mutter. "Let's see what you're made of." The bushes part, and out he comes, a massive snake shifter, scales gleaming green-black, his hood flared like a death fan. Humanoid upper body, serpentine lower half, eyes slitted and cruel. He tastes the air with a forked tongue, his fangs dripping venom that sizzles on the ground.