Snake Bite Lip Rings Novels & Stories

Halogen signs hanging crooked against a red curtain read: SNAKE SHOW! The petite, raven-haired woman under the spotlight had a live snake, at least seven feet long, wrapped around her shoulders and arms. The snake’s jaw had been sewn shut, crudely stitched with thick, electric yellow string in jagged sutures in a state of scabbed, partial healing.

The stone was a brilliant scarlett color. "This ring is host to what we call a familiar. This in particular, is a carbuncle. It's a creature from South America. They have a gift for finding gemstones and hiding. Think of it as a gift of good faith." "Thank you" she put the ring on her finger and held her hand to the light. "It's beautiful...and call me Nina. Ms. Liang is for people under me." she smiled at him. "Then you may call me Richard." he replied back and watched her admire the ring. He was glad she accepted, even if the training didn't pay off, she would be a good partner to have

Samuel raised his hand, "Sir, we’ll be killing Plated Snakes on behalf of the Skylight Guild." "Correct, Samuel. What are Plated Snakes, do NOT get this wrong." Prof. Raizen said, leaning in to glare at Samuel harder than before. Samuel shrugged off the intimidation tactic, showing no chance of folding under pressure as he responded. "Plated snakes are as the name states, snakes with sleek black keratin plates on their backs that act as armor and sandpaper like bellies that they rub against you when constricting you-- wearing away your skin and causing deep painful cuts and scrapes."

They bowed to each other and her parents stepped out of the ring before Tomas signaled to have it lit. As the young male apprentice stepped forward to light the ring, something was thrown into it. A bottle full of a toxic substance known as drgaonbane. The bottle broke open and the contents, a dust-like substance, filled the air in the ring. When it spilled into the air, Tine laughed. "Boy, did you actually think that would work? That is a myth." Signaling to Raptor, the boy was captured and taken into custody by the constable. Turning back to the priest, Tine motioned for him to continue.

With that, she opened her fist and began to move her hand in a circular motion. Iris turned her head to look behind her as her ears were filled with a bone-chilling rattling sound. The snake that had bitten her was laying no more than 12 inches from her face, its body twisted in a position as if ready to strike. With nothing left to say, Lyda suddenly closed her fist as tight as she could. Obeying her command, the snake lashed out at Iris' face, and the air was filled with her blood-curdling screams.

It's certain that it can't see us. Mel whimpers as a snake bit her lip, another one dart towards her and bit her ear. Suddenly, I feel a sharp perching pain on my neck. The snakes keep biting and biting as quickly as they can, but we laid still. The stab feeling on my skin and the painful shock I feel anytime they bite is enough to go haywire. Certainly, a viper bite can't kill us. More keep coming as every second pass by, it seems like we are in a viper territory, Slowly I'm beginning to lose my strength. Luckily, the predator turns to leave.

Koji tries to burn one of those snakes down with his fireball, but it recovers itself and regrows another additional head that it looks like splitting itself into 2. “Are they snakes or amoebas?” Alfi said drawing Loplipop from his bracelet. Alfi plays a song from his phone and starts hitting those snakes with those giant lollipops. Please play a song entitled LOVELESS WORLD and go on reading. Every hit he does, you can hear "Oh, yeah" coming out from those lollipops. “Does it look like I care about that?! Just kill those maggots!” Varz keeps slicing them up.

Crack it wrong, you get venom in the eyes. “Don’t touch,” I warn, mostly for Hadrian’s benefit. He lifts his hands as if I’ve accused him of a crime. I pluck a length of coil wire from my pouch, thread it through the latch, and loop it around a root. “Everybody blink.” I yank. The latch pops; the viper hisses its little last breathe and spits safely into moss. The smell of rot and sugar rides the air, acrid and smug. “Rude,” I mutter, and lift the lid with my dagger, my body angled away. Inside are ration bricks wrapped in waxed cloth, two water bladders, a packet of painroot salve, six arrows tied with red thread, and a folded scrap of oiled paper.

"Lyse loves jewelry, doesn't she? I have this ring custom-made just for her! Look at it! Isn't it beautiful?" Silas was curious about the ring. He was about to start fiddling with it when Axel suddenly gripped his wrist. "Don't touch it. That ring is capable of pricking you with venomous needles. The venom is even stronger than that of a rattlesnake's." Jonah looked down at his feet. "May God bless you. Amen." A look of fright appeared on Silas' face. "How could you give Lyse such dangerous weapons?" "Pssh! You know nothing about how useful my gadgets are!"

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.