Terror Crocodile Novels & Stories

All of them had something they wanted to hide, it seemed, even the mostly compliant ones. Talk of the crocodile wasn’t exact, but listening in to various conversations, I gained enough insight to determine that Holland was able to lend her power to any Vampire any time anywhere, if she wanted to. In this particular instance, it seemed like she’d decided on a crocodile because that’s what one might expect to encounter in a big city sewer system—if one watched a lot of horror movies and tended to be afraid of practically everything. So she’d turned one of her pals into a ten foot long crocodile that was practically impossible to kill. Cool. I couldn’t wait to see what she dreamt up next.... At

We watch in horror as the sincalion's boats spins out of control and plunges into the rising mists of the thundering waterfall. We are welcomed by the most terrifying scene below. Massive crocodiles twist violently, monstrously fighting while they devour the sincalions, the entire pool a scene of reptilian ferociousness. We stare in horror as the lizards gulp the men, fear filled screams of help fill the air.

Alejandro casually walked over to the elegant chair and sat down, which was quite a striking contrast to the imminent danger all around them. "Sally, huh," Alejandro mused, his legs crossing as he fixed her with an intense and menacing gaze. "That's a lovely name, don't you think? But now, listen closely, Sally. I need you to fully grasp the gravity of your current situation. Just below you lies a murky pond, teeming with relentless crocodiles. Crocodiles, my dear, are truly remarkable creatures. I once dedicated time to studying them. Did you know that scientists believe crocodiles have existed since the days of the dinosaurs?"

‘Zuri. I can't leave. Not yet, not when I know that Crocotta got my bestie. I need to figure out whether she's dead or alive, and if she is alive, there's a very high chance that the Crocotta has her hidden away so as not to blow its cover. Crocottas are uncommon monsters. They’re intelligent, but they lack emotion and loyalty. If they have time to observe a target, they can mimic that person down to the slightest mannerisms.

Riabhel had insisted he stayed and be treated as both of his hands were wounded. "I knew something was off," he said, "he didn't smell like a wolf, but I thought it was probably because he had stayed so long in the salt water. And with all his wounds, his scent was masked." "Werecrocodiles are formidable and cunning creatures," Kallum growled. "They have the ability to blend in and their unpredictable nature makes them a dangerous enemy." I breathed out, "What I don't understand was that after he was healed he was desperate to flee as if he was running from something," the mysterious behavior of the Werecrocodile had left me wondering.

“He has in Inland Taipan. That thing is creeoy as hell, even without knowing that it's venom is considered the most toxic venom in the world. Besides that he has a python, anaconda and even a saw-scaled viper, as well as so many others. And honestly, since he replaced the glass, I don't think that he has had anymore problems with them breaking out. But you know, since they have done it three times before, anything is possible.” He gives a nonchalant shrug as my skin crawls. There is a room full of snakes right next door to me? I detest snakes! I hear a quiet thud from down the hall and I bolt upright with a gasp. “Don't worry. That was probably just boots. He isn't as dangerous as the snakes

The other guy quickly endured the pain to pursue her again. "Help! Please assist me! Someone, please assist me!" Anne ran, clutching her coat and yelling for help. Her screams were drowned out by the sound of construction machinery from the next-door construction site, and no one could hear her. The furniture on the shelves fell everywhere while the two struggled, causing Anne to run and fall again. The man's claws are closing in on Anne, and his hair hides most of his face. But the frenzied expression terrified Anne, who was determined not to fall into his hands again. Someone or something appeared to have knocked him down as that monstrous hand was about to grab Anne again. Anne paused for

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

However, the big bastard wouldn't go down, and Ruth continued to freak. Time to end this charade. Not being a truly huge croc, only a five-footer, if that, Joel twisted hard and held on as the beast thrashed for air and freedom. Joel remained steady as the frantic motion abated. Even better, he was finally light free as Kendrick swiped Ruth's waving weapon. When the last ounce of life left the crocodile's body, he trudged to shore and dropped his prize. "It's dead. You can stop freaking now."

Cobra regarded him for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry about your father. He was already dead when I arrived at the scene." "I know," Bryce gritted his teeth. "I also know who killed him and I want her dead. No matter what it costs, she must die." "Queen Scorpion?" Cobra asked. Bryce nodded, "How did you know?" "You were mumbling her name in your subconscious state. But she is just one little girl. How was she able to bring down the Wild Stallions? I still find it hard to believe," Cobra explained. "She had help," Bryce replied. "I want them all dead; every single one of them should be killed."