Snake Wrapped Around Arm Drawing Novels & Stories

I swear if I find out who it is, I'll kill the person. But first—I had to survive. With one fluid, practiced motion, I lunged. The snake struck. But I was faster. My hand shot forward, wrapping around its neck just below its head, cutting off its lunge mid-air. It writhed and hissed violently, its scaled body coiling around my arm, trying to find leverage, to crush me, bite me, kill me. But I held on tight. "Not so fast, you bastard," I growled under my breath.

I grab a small thick stick from off the ground and place it in between my teeth. I bite down hard as I grab my hand and quickly pull. I growl biting down hard on the stick until I hear the resounding echo of a very loud snap and crack. I slowly move my fingers and make sure it feels as it should I then remove the stick from my teeth and place it against my hand. I grab a little piece of creeping vine, pulling and breaking it from the rest. I then wrap it around my wrist and the stick keeping my hand and wrist in place.

The blonde-haired stretched out his hand to grab my wrist, but I dodged it. "Don't touch me!" I yelled. "Oh, honey, don't be so tense." The snake-eyed guy grinned wickedly. "I promise that you're going to scream with pleasure right before you die. We'll do you good."

The snake begins to shrink in size, changing to the size of a small garden snake. In the blink of an eye, the snake launches itself from the stone floor. Its fangs become locked onto the two marks on the fleshy part of my hand as it wraps its body around the palm of my hand before extending over my wrist and up my arm. All sounds begin to fade around me as my vision begins to blur around the edges. A distant banging sound reverberates through my system, but I am unable to identify the culprit with my eyes becoming too heavy to keep open. Soon the darkness has taken over as everything disappears around me.

“Try to not get your ass abducted again. Got it?” “Um, I’ll try,” he murmured. I rubbed his arms, similarly to the way Mick rubbed the shewolf earlier. I couldn't help being a little petty after Mick's unnecessary teasing. I meant to do it comfortingly, to support Boyd, but when my hand connected to his skin, I gasped and jerked my hand away. It was lightning fast, a sudden vision that flashed inside my mind the moment my skin touched him. A snake, black as could be, with dark, shining jewels for eyes. It sprung at me, taking me off-guard.

Hana rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about? The spiritron vein gave you an address, and it's a sign that something unusual must be here. And that snake is freaky, so it's not surprising if one would think it's connected." Frank, however, could not agree—the snake might be weird, but it probably would not impress the spiritron vein. Still, he had no reason to worry about his safety and decided he could keep it. That was when the box shook before the snake shot out of the box like a bullet straight at Rina!

the creature hissed. “Run” Harold screams at us. We try to run but the snake circles us in with his never ending tail. We are trapped. “Please take me, don’t hurt them, they have nothing to do with this” Harold begged. “Don’t worry, I’ll eat you first so you won’t have to watch your friends die” the snake grabs hold of Harold in a death lock with the end of its tail and squeezes. Rod disappears and stabs the snake in the tail. The snake lets out a screech and tosses Harold into a tree with a Big Crunch.

Held to its sides mid air, and feet up, seemingly lassoed in dark rings of black smoke. I shift out from under it enough to see Kaelin in the rear. One arm out, standing as though shooting a bow in posture, except his outstretched hand glows green, and he seems to have the creature snared in his smoky rope, holding it tight and keeping it from getting the last inch at me.

Keeping it supple even years later. When I drew my arm back, I watched, transfixed, as leather slowly uncurled like a snake. I snapped my arm back, cracking it on the floor, flinching with the sound, a thing I could never forget. Memory made my back tense in its attempt to protect itself.

Under the dim moonlight, I saw these black snakes surrounding the tents and the car, forming a massive circle that trapped the guards and me inside. My throat went dry with tension, my hands trembling as I observed the black snakes with their white eyes drawing countless intricate patterns on the ground. The snakes intertwined, leaving no visible escape. Yet, curiously, they seemed content to trap us without showing signs of attacking. The clatter of hooves drew my attention, and I turned to see several figures approaching from outside the snake circle. These were not ordinary people. Some were missing half their heads, some had lost arms, and others had no legs and crawled on their hands. T