The Snake Pit Novel Novels & Stories

He was convincing her as if he was doing well to her ten generations. “No, I will never go, no matter what happens. I am not so shameless that you humiliate me and I shall go with you.” The voice had stopped crying for so long while the tears were ready to flow again. “Think about where you are sitting at the moment, this place is a stronghold of snakes. At night they come down from the trees and walk on the ground. There are cobra snakes. By the way, there are also flying snakes here. Well, as you wish.” After finishing his speech, he started moving forward. She was sitting in the valley of snakes, as a she had an issue of her Ego. Suddenly he screamed.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at us. I continued, “There will be the presentation of many shifters. There are weresnakes, weregators, werebears, werecats. We want to present them all to show them that, when they are hunting illegally, they could be killing a human.” All of the council members’ faces paled and another council member said, “How would we know?” I smiled, “When it’s hunting season, we all know to stay in human form. There are no were-deer, that we know of, so you are safe on that front, but hunting wolves is illegal all the time. There is a very real possibility of killing a human then.” That’s when Adrien spoke up, “I’m a werewolf,” and Julien said, “I’m a we

she screamed out, so I pumped my middle finger harder and faster while my thumb continued to circle her bud. I felt her pressure building. Her walls contracted around my finger. Fuck! I've only heard about such pussies; the snappers. But Pebbles was the first girl I met whose pussy snaps when they cum. Her hands tightened around my shaft, my eyes fell to her feet as her toes curled, then they travelled to her chest. She was heaving and breathtakingly beautiful. Finally, my view landed on her face. Her eyes connected with mine. She was biting on her bottom lip, so I slipped in a second finger and I bent them inside, rubbing the gummy cushions of her walls. That did the trick. Her mouth made a

The Black Mamba's body writhed violently before going completely dead. The toxic beast that had claimed countless lives for the Cassanos was finally dead. Seeing her beloved pet slaughtered, Caroline went feral. Snatching a jagged bottle off a table, she lunged at my face like a maniac. "You bitch! You killed my snake! I'll kill you!" This time, I didn't dodge. I grabbed her wrist, twisted it hard, snatched a bottle of high-proof vodka off the table, and splashed it right onto her neck!

In spite of that, a row of torches that reached all the way up to the edge of the opening of the volcano, illuminated around that large clearing. A pyramid of three steps and four sides made of large crude stones rose at the center of that great clearing within the forest, with a large esplanade at its top. However, this esplanade was not a flat space. Most of it consisted of a rather shallow depression filled with innumerable snakes of all kinds and sizes. Some tried to climb up the walls of that receptacle; some others crawled along the floor, while others rolled up and entwined with each other to form a mesh of vipers.

I want to tell her that, though her stupidity has been quite helpful to me. "Sixten offered me an inviting deal. He would help me overthrow my grandfather if I allowed him safe passage across our lands. To sweeten the deal, he told me that if I helped him realize his plan, then he would give me a miniature SpitFire,” she chirps excitedly. A miniature Spitfire? Is that man insane? Why would he give such a young girl a purple dragon, the most dangerous kind? "Are you crazy? There is no way you could possibly tame a purple breed. That breed has no humanity. They are pure raw animal instinct," I say with a laugh.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

When he found Jenny, Jenny had already poured oil outside Cynthia' s room and was about to light a fire. Phoenix rushed up against all odds. Jenny was suddenly snatched away from the lighter, she was so scared that she almost screamed, but she saw that it was Weresnake who snatched the lighter, she immediately stopped being afraid. A skinny, bony mute who can' t speak, what' s there to be afraid of? When she saw that Weresnake' s entire leg was covered in blood, she was even more relieved. A skinny, bony mute with a badly wounded leg.

My face slammed into the dirt, filling my mouth with the taste of grit and rot. "No! No, no, no!" I sobbed, punching the wall of the pit in pure frustration. My fingers were bleeding, my clothes were shredded, and the constant hiss-hiss-hiss was driving me insane. I was trapped in a hole with a dead man and a thousand snakes. "I am not staying here!" I screamed at the sky.

Nicole asked, trembling. "You saw the snake, right?" she added. "Yes..." "Wait, what was that name you said?" "Apophis. It's an ancient Egyptian evil serpent god," Jake replied, getting the book which Nicole saw its cover glow in a bright orange light with a strange symbol on it. "What? How...how do you know all this? And why is a thirty foot snake attacking us in a library?" "Calm down, okay. I'll explain everything but now we have to try and not get killed. Can you do that?"