Snake X Samus Novels & Stories

He then smiled at Maxim’s face like a maniac. “As much as I don’t want to hurt your pet, I still need to kill you. Pardon me.” SHING! The two swordsmen clashed once more as the griffin screeched, trying to peck at Samuel’s leg. Samuel kicked her face while protecting his side from the attack of Maxim. Maxim was a bit crafty. The white aura slithered like a snake and charged toward Samuel. His aura was similar to Samuel’s yellow-ish snake but more cunny and fierce than Maxim's. It instantly cut the neck off the snaking white aura.

they chimed together before Ty ate up their mocking heads. “No one laughs at my mate,” the Dragon humphed making Kai chuckle. “I was just being funny, baby. They were not mocking me,” Kai clarified before pecking the magnificent winged creature. “Jax is right. Find a room, you freaks,” Samantha hissed while burying her ninja blades into the enemy wolves. Kai flipped his middle finger at her as he kissed the life out of his mate’s lips who had shifted back by now. “Ughh. Stop with the p*rn show, hussy and help us,” Samantha growled.

I punch him, hard, and he staggers, but more shouts echo—more of Damon’s crew, flooding the docks. Sasha’s fighting two guys, her knife a blur. “Get the map!” she yells, dodging a blade. Levin’s on the ground, wrestling the scarred guy, blood everywhere. I dive for the map, grabbing it, but the snake-tattoo guy’s back, gun aimed at my head. “You’re done, alpha,” he snarls. “Damon’s waiting.” “Screw Damon!” I shout, swinging the map like a club. It cracks his jaw, and he drops, but my hand’s shaking, blood dripping. The ritual’s not done, and we’re out of time.

"But I let the Shadow in too fast. Now, I’m just a needle in Silas’s hand." She lunged. She was fast—a blur of white and silver. I dived into the shallow water of the creek, the ice-cold flow numbing my skin instantly. Another scalpel hissed over my shoulder, cutting a thin line through my hospital gown. I didn't have a weapon. I didn't have the "Duke." I only had the mark on my shoulder.

I watched in awe, observing the beautiful creature's bird of paradise wings. “Are they safe?” “Of course, see?” he said, prying open the snake's mouth. “Fangless.” I whistled, summoning one of my own. It draped itself over my shoulders and sipped from the glass daintily. Hesitant, I ran my fingers over its cool diamond scales. It began to sing under my touch. Samael collected the glasses so I could play with it, letting it coil over my hands. Our two snakes met, flicked their tongues over each others' faces, let out heavenly tones from their throats, then twined together, setting off into a caduceus-like flight. I smiled genuinely for the first time in Hell, amazed.

“But we just- no. I won't allow that.” “It's so mean to me, Sam.” “What is?” “The snake.” “What snake, you little idiot!-” I clasped my hands around it. “Oh,” he said woozily. Mind numb, he took his claws. And ripped my jeans to shreds. “What the hell!” I demanded. “Those were my favorite jeans! First my bra, then-” He shoved his thumb in my mouth and shut me up. I swallowed automatically. Sam gagged and liberated himself. He guided my hands downwards, craving their touch. I obliged, and he freed me of the fabric blocking the snake's desired outcome. It prepared to strike.

Looking at that scene, Fane helplessly thought that if he did not know the eight-tailed demonic snake's weakness, he would never be able to break through those scales on the snake's body no matter how he attacked. When the outsiders saw that scene, they widened their eyes. Samson lost his voice slightly when he exclaimed, "That's way too fast; it only took a blink of an eye! If I was there, I would've died from that blow!" His words were not exaggerated at all. If Samson had faced the eight-tailed demonic snake, he would not have been able to avoid it!

She felt so pathetic for the Amber snakes and wished to feed them until they became full. She pleaded with him with a soft tone that was too hard for him to ignore. He decided to give her a hand as he lowered himself down to the floor again. Soon, it turned into a competition. The Amber snakes seemed to eat from Sam's hands the most and she felt really glad about it. "Haha…you scared them away with your cold manner." Sam snickered along with her words. She enjoyed seeing that poison and Tesla were only struggling to be fed by only her.

The Crocodile let out a terrible roar as it was pushed back. After it regained itself, the Crocodile let out a great roar, clearly insulted by his attack. It turned its back towards them, and channeled its energy into its spikes. The Crocodile shook violently as each of them shot out one-by-one like needles. “Stop,” Samson commanded as he moved his hands around, which were synchronized by the ghostly visage. Although it was a specter, its strength rivaled that of an Agile three, maybe even stronger.

If she had her sniper rifle, it would have blown this disgusting orange blob into bits. “Run!” Zen yelled at his big sister when he saw how the orange boss doubled in size as it sucked in air. This was going to be a powerful attack, and Sasha was directly in its line of fire. Sasha reacted quickly to Zen’s warning and narrowly dodged the powerful air blast that would have put her out of commission. She paled. Even the pink slime boss of the first level wasn’t as difficult to defeat. What was this orange slime monster?! Where did it come from?