The Snake Pit Novel Novels & Stories

The next day, I picked out a gift for Chloe in return for the crystal flute. Chloe was a black snake with striking green eyes, so I chose a snake necklace with emerald eyes for her. I could not help but smile wryly to myself. After all, the Douglas family was rich and powerful. What more could I ask for? I had just paid my bill and was about to leave when a loud, shocked voice caught my attention. "James, you're such a liar! You say you don't want to be Rowena's beast slave, but you're secretly spending a fortune on her birthday present. I could never be that sneaky," the voice said.

The snake screamed a sickening, hissing scream, uncoiling around Boyd just enough for me to pull him under me, shielding him with my body as the fire raged inside of his mind, burning away the dark magic that had been poisoning him. The snake was still screaming, slithering to find an escape. There was no escape. The violet flames were everywhere, purifying every corner of Boyd’s mind. Soon, the fire overtook him, scorching him alive in this prerogative inferno.

Right when the four or five men were about to start raping her, countless snakes slithered toward them. Some of the snakes were red, some green, all glowing dimly in the night. On the cool mountaintop, the bodies of the snakes were even colder. The big and burly men were terrified, fleeing in all directions. Jane opened her eyes weakly. She was not afraid, she was going to die anyway. Perhaps death by a snake’s bite would be a more merciful outcome.

As the heavy door slammed shut behind her, Serena’s hands fumbled along the walls, desperate to ground herself in the oppressive dark. Then she heard it — a faint, skin-prickling rustle. Her fingertips brushed against something slick and cold. The sudden, unmistakable slither of a snake made her heart leap into her throat. She shrieked, the sound bouncing eerily off the walls, returning to her tenfold, amplifying her terror.

Octavia Pov The snake tightens his hold on me, moving closer to me. I have to do something fast. I couldn’t free my hand, neither could I free myself. My head was outside, and he was shocking me to death. I can’t even breathe. Something weird about the snake is that it is glowing green. Why would a snake be glowing green? I look at the snake again and it all made sense; he is protecting the gem and what better way to protect it if not swallow it, that is why he is glowing. I closed my eyes and started moving heavy rocks. The cave shook, as I could feel it. I opened my eyes, and the snake was still moving close to me. I move the big heavy rocks telepathically and slam it on different part of

Charles ordered me to stay put in the room, and I agreed, not daring to defy him in his face. Lusting after him was my mistake, and I was ready to turn over a new leaf. Rumor had it that snakes were potent. A human like me wasn't built for that kind of adventure. More than that, his thoughts were intense. My backside was at risk. He got dragged off for interviews, and Tiffany snuck back. "Indoors this time. Last one, I promise."

She didn't know how to escape from the demon that destroyed her life. The guards picked him up and dragged him to a room full of rats. His second punishment was even worse because there were not only rats in that room but a vengeful snake. He was shocked at what he saw and trembled with fear. He remembered the snake he fought in the river. That snake looked scary and had killed many people. "Please let me out of here!" he cried. The vengeful snake woke up when he heard her cry. Crema couldn't move from where she was standing.

I need to know what was going on and I was not above beating or begging an animal to tell me. “Who do we have here?” I voice hissed closed to my legs. I jumped away from the snake that was circling my neck as I brought a hand to my throat, I had shrieked in surprise but unsurprisingly, not a single sound left my throat. “Since when did Northshore start to accept those without our blood in the army. My generation will not agree for the madness.” With those words the snakes turned to mist and disappeared. I sat down and started waiting for the next snobby creature to show so I can wrap my hand round it’s neck and force it to tell me where I am and how to back to where I was before all these st

A non-venomous snake in the boot or the an A****n spider. I never thought I would sit in the front row as I watched the fire devouring someone’s flesh off their bones. It was traumatizing. The agonized scream that wretched itself from her throat was something that would forever haunt me. And knowing that I was the one who started the fire, even added sulfur to keep it burning didn't make me feel any different from him. If he was the devil, then I was a prince of help who helped him execute such a horrendous act.