Snake Vore Comic Novels & Stories

For a moment, they all forgot about the mission that had brought them into the woods, lost in the warmth and comfort of the fire and the camaraderie of their companions. As the three men were busy with their tasks, a deadly viper began to slither its way through the dense foliage behind them. The snake was a striking shade of green, with black stripes running down its back, and its eyes were beady and black as obsidian. It moved with a quiet grace, its scales glinting in the light of the fire. Unbeknownst to the three travelers, the viper was slowly making its way closer and closer to them, drawn by the scent of the roasting squirrel. Its forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air, as it cre

"What, have you noticed anything strange?" Jouri shook her head. "Not really, but I can see that it's just different!" "Why?" "One of the meteorites had the impression of a snake, if you catch my drift." Frank nodded in understanding—the spiritron vein would not have guided him to that bar for no reason anyway, and the snake was most likely the reason. "Alright, take it with you," he said. "But watch out. I heard it's venomous." "I'm a coward who loves being alive, don't worry."

“I promised him that he will get a filling meal tonight. Originally, I was thinking of letting him eat those carcasses lying on the floor but now that you have volunteered…. I think Lexus will be overjoyed.” “ NO!!” The bear shifter screamed in terror as he watched the snake come closer and closer. The enormous snake opened its gigantic mouth and started to swallow the bear shifter, “ ARGHH! AHHH!” Screams after screams started to leave from the mouth of the bear shifter but the snake did not stop swallowing him. It was only when the snake was done swallowing more than half of the bear shifter and only his torso was left that Evelyn ordered, “That's enough, leave his heart.”

Did one of the slaves try to poison it or something? Can Vampires even be poisoned? "Khloe." I sat up straighter at the sound of my name. Turning my head up a bit, I spoke. "Yes, Master?" My eyes widened a bit as he held the fork in front of my face. "Try this and tell me if it tastes weird to you." He wanted me to try some of his meal? I haven't seen any of the other pets do that. What if it really is poisoned? Regardless of that, I obeyed.

There was this one time when Damien thought the toilet at home was clogged because of a terrible stench filling the air. He hurried out, ready to call the maintenance company to fix it overnight. But as soon as he reached the dining room, he saw Serena eating alone. The smell was coming straight from her bowl. Damien thought she must be eating something awful—how else could it smell so bad? "What on earth is that?" he asked. Serena replied, "It's snail noodle soup! It's really fragrant and delicious. Want to try some? It's seriously good..." Damien quickly declined and asked her to finish eating and clear the smell afterward. He couldn't stand the odor.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

The sound of his sword digging deep into the flesh was strangely satisfying for his ears. The pain had forced the beast to go outrage, wildly swinging its huge head out. Arth stepped back, as the snake was slowly dying from his Blackwinter pierced on its head. Dark blood flowed endlessly and mixed with the snow. At the snake’s last breath, its red eyes faded, then its mouth slowly opened—where a small, purple core appeared glowing inside.

Nova asked. “This is anguis stella, or better known as sun snake. It loves to devour dark magic. You can feed the marble to the snake and let it eat the dark magic. Seeing as your shadow is not technically dark magic, it should be fine,” Jaime explained while looking down at the sun snake. “Should be?” Ares asked, picking up on the possibility of Horatio being hurt. “You’re the seer boy, take a look and see.” Ares stilled for a moment, letting me know he was looking into his future. It was harder for him to see his own future than others, so it took a while, but eventually he leaned his forward and stared into the glass cage of the snakes.

“Dancing pigs, bird eating mud, and ominous snakes coming after us. There’s even a purple dino singing a family song!” “We know, Rose.” The chipmunk says. “You see the purple and friendly dino too?!” “No! I meant the killer vines!” “You blind little chipmunk. Those are snakes!” “Doesn’t matter. You are hallucinating!” I dared to look back and saw that the snakes were still there. Hissing and snapping. I slapped one of them that has gotten too close for comfort. The bunny saw it too and swiped its paws and the snake’s head fell as it was cut into two.

My beast again held herself still. The snake was now sure, she thought she had my beast, my beast could see the snake smirking in delight, in victory, my beast wanted to snicker but she didn’t because unlike this stupid snake, my beast knew early victories are celebrated by only fools. My beast held herself in position as the snake now smugly crawled near and near. When they both were a hair touch apart, that’s when it happened the snake tried to attack my beast, he leaned forward with his razor sharp tongue but the beast was more active and before the tongue could even touch her, she smacked her paw with her own razor sharp nails down the front of snake.