Slithering

“Is Mr. Angelis there?” a hurried voice asked. The man introduced himself as Dereck. “No, Matt isn’t home. He’s in Brisbane until tomorrow,” Colette replied, her tone flat and resigned. She was ready to end the call and retreat back to the comfort of her bed when Dereck’s response froze her in place. He laughed. “Oh, is that what he told you?” A cold drop of fear slithered down her spine. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, a mixture of fear and anger lacing her words. There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Colette could almost hear the gears turning in Dereck’s mind as he realized his slip. “What?” She stammered, before abruptly cutting the call. Matheo would attend the gala with Iris, and they would be the perfect couple, the power duo that everyone admired. Meanwhile, Colette would be here, in this cold, empty house, a prisoner of her own despair. The realization was suffocating, the betrayal too deep to bear. Her heart ached with a pain so intense it felt physical, a crushing weight that left her gasping for breath. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her body trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away. What was the point? The man she had loved with all her heart, the man she had trusted implicitly, had chosen another over her. He had lied to her, betrayed her, and now he was flaunting that betrayal in the most public way possible. But this was new! Now, he had started lying to her. So, that he could attend the gala with Iris without his "stupid, unreasonable" wife demanding to be taken to a public place with him? He wouldn’t want that burden on him now, would he? No, Iris would look much better in his arms, cool and sophisticated, with her intellectual talks to charm his potential investors. She knew the ins and outs of his business and it wouldn’t be the first time he had taken her to such events. The thought made Colette’s stomach churn. But tonight, something snapped inside her. The dead flower of her heart, long withered from neglect and betrayal, turned to a crisp. She had been humiliated, shamed, hidden away in secret, and lied to. Matheo had been afraid she would embarrass him? Now she would show him what true embarrassment felt like. Maybe her marriage was over. Maybe her husband had only ever wanted her for one thing: sex. If that was the case, then tonight, she would be the epitome of sex. She would get ready to seduce him in public, and the whole world would see the actual of their marriage before she left him forever. If he wanted her as the whore, he will get the whore.

Lily gulped, it's the 'devil'. She said in her mind with her hands still trembling. Raven picked the phone from the girl's hand, turning it off, he said, "You don't want to do that. Now run along and forget everything that happened here, little girl." His voice low and chilly to the bone. _ _ _ Sunshine Meets Grumpy He's a hitman, a hacker, a serpent slithering through the city's underbelly. Not a hero, not even close. The mafia's ghost in the machine, shadows his only companions. Then, there's her. Bookish, buried in debt and dreams, juggling endless shifts and late-night study sessions. Sunflower yellow amidst the grimy alleys, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath her hopeful smile. "Plain," they call her, "basic." But her light, it's undeniable. One fated night, a muttered curse, a stolen glance. Their worlds, oil and water, are destined to collide. Can sunshine melt the frost around a killer's heart? Or will their tangled destinies ignite a storm that consumes them both?

Impregnated by three snakes? Possessively guarded by a dragon and a black wolf? "Who are they? Why are they keeping me captive? Wait... Why do their eyes look so strange?" Before passing out, Ceyzi had seen three snakes slithering toward her, as if ready to strike. But why did those snakes suddenly transform into humans? And why do they keep calling her their female? "My sweet female..." Dragged back into their den, Ceyzi finds herself repeatedly held captive, their hands on her ankles again and again, forced to bear the weight of their love. "Now's the perfect time to mate. I want you to bear my snake children."

I woke up in a strange world. The first thing I noticed? I wasn’t in my bed. I wasn’t even human anymore. No. Instead, I was... slithering on the ground, my body long and serpentine, glistening in the dim light of the cave around me. I felt the strange sensation of scales on my skin, each one sharp and slick. What, I'm a snake ????

All things considered, fate is the determining factor of life and most of the time, she stays neutral...and when the wheels begin to move, you either receive the grains of blessings or be at the end of that short stick. Jacob has toiled all his life under the bossom of orphan hood. After slithering for so long through the darkness, he finally spots a flicker of light; and he'd be damned if he doesn't reach out to it. And as if a switch had been pressed, his life changes for the better... of course; not without life throwing in a couple of lemons here and there! This time, he shall be the driver of his new life and no longer the passenger, his Will never to be questioned. Approached with a legacy he had no clue he was a part of, Jacob takes the whole of the cake, after all...a starving man ought to always bite off more than he can chew. Opportunities don't come twice! __________ NOTICE: The setting is of modern nature. Mind you, whatever shall be written here that resembles the real world is either coincidental or just outright Author shenanigan. No offense to the cultures and nations that shall be included in here.Again, do not take offense. First time writing(but not the last), so enjoy it if at all possible, I'll appreciate whatever feedback to make my work a little better(Give it to me straight in the reviews). Further tags//= /Nonchalant MC /Handsome ML /Beautiful FL /Calm MC /Hardworking MC /Chaotic Neutral ML /Meaningful supporting characters /Solid plot /Cautious ML /Multiple character devs /Innovative ML /Tough FL /Wholesome couple / Manipulative ML /Strong-willed FL And so on and so forth. I'll add to that list whenever. Dunno how anything works in this app~I'll just go with the flow. By; Ratatouille~ Let me Cook!

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,

Meet Sam—a socially awkward, noodle-obsessed NEET who never expected his greatest achievement to be... getting flattened by two trucks at once. But hey, if you're going to die, might as well go out in style, right? Instead of moving on to the afterlife, Sam finds himself reincarnated in a magical world. The catch? He’s not a hero, not a wizard, and certainly not some mighty warrior. Nope, he's a snake. A tiny, scaly, noodle of a snake with zero chill, a sarcastic attitude, and a hunger for survival. Armed with a status window, some basic skills, and an unnatural obsession with eating other monsters to gain their powers, Sam’s got one goal: to become the ultimate predator. Along the way, he’ll unlock new abilities, devour anything that crosses his path (seriously, no one's safe), and evolve into increasingly deadly—and ridiculous—forms. But it’s not all fun and slithers. Between dodging overzealous adventurers, evading ridiculously powerful monsters, and navigating ancient ruins with world-altering secrets, Sam’s got his hands—er, fangs—full. It’s survival of the sneakiest as Sam tries to climb his way up the food chain, one bite at a time. Can this former NEET-turned-snake survive the wilds, outsmart his enemies, and become the nightmare every adventurer fears? Find out in "Snake’s Survival Guide: From Noodle to Nightmare"—a tale of deadly evolution, sarcastic humor, and one very persistent predator!

“If you must die then you will only die for me, by my own hands. That would be your punishment for daring to deceive me” the cold words were easily left his mouth. The King couldn’t believe she was the one all along, his Queen. Never suspected the evil in the palace to be the woman he’s come to love, who now looks at him with both resentment and hatred. Not feeling remorseful, she looked him straight in the eye and jumped off the cliff, choosing to forsake her life than to be with him. Verona had indeed fulfilled her revenge. *** Her name is Verona Poshell, a lowly Omega who used to be married and mated to Alpha Omar Grendel, a warden in charge of her region. One fateful night her world comes crashing down by the claws of five unknown Lycan wolves who ended up killing her mate and shattering the only love she ever knew. While at it they mentioned a name, the name of the wolf King. And now she was on a mission to evoke vengeance on Alpha King Razhal and all those who had a hand in the murder. Verona would go on to make a pact with the infamous Mudine serpents, a dangerous sect of snakes that had been banned from the shifter world owing to a great disloyalty. In other to be accepted by them she gets rid of her weak wolf and becomes turned into a snake. Together with the three serpents, they are able to slither into the Castle rock palace and thus impersonate the new Luna/Queen, Melima, whom she bears a slight resemblance to. She cover up her tracks she kills the young girl and assumes position as Queen. But their supposed plans take a wrong turn when her heart begins to beat abnormally for the one who she must eliminate, thereby causing her to hesitate. The more she digs deep into the King and the palace of Castle rock, it becomes obvious that things were not as they appeared. Razhal was a wolf who thrives in chaos and war but that wasn’t all there was to him. The cruel King may very well indeed care about his subjects and the kingdom, while her late husband may have been a part of something dark and dangerous, so dreadful that it could destroy the entire shifter realm. Verona Poshell comes to realize that so many things were far more important than her hunger for revenge. She too must also confront some deep aspects of herself, since her own life might also have been a lie. How long would the fake Queen keep up with the deceit while trying to survive in the palace, especially when Razhal is hell-bent on finding her out; the man who also turned out to be her soul mate.

The day the evil breached our world, the heavens shed tears of blood, and the earth trembled with anguish. Its dark presence slithered into every crack, staining the air with suffocating darkness that choked the very soul of humanity. Yet, in the face of such evil, the gods did not forsake us. From their celestial thrones, they descended, their divine light piercing through the suffocating darkness. With their divine power, they stood as beacons of hope amidst the approaching night. Through alliances forged with forgotten deities and the wielding of long-lost magics, we waged war against the terrifying evil. Each battle was a testament to our determination, and every win served as a ray of hope in the never-ending night. Even if the path ahead is difficult and the journey is full of danger, there is still hope for salvation. —-------------------------------------- Schedule: 5 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter length: 1000 - 2500 words Warning and Disclaimer: The following novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, names, places, and incidents portrayed in this novel are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Readers are advised that the content within these pages is entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as representative of any real-life individuals, organizations, or events. The author takes no responsibility for any misconceptions or misinterpretations that may arise from the reader's perception of this work. Enjoy the journey into the realm of imagination, but remember to distinguish between fiction and reality. —------------------------------------

Angelo Verde is a spy who investigates the Mafia's underground business. In the middle of an undercover operation, some unavoidable events leave him no choice but to serve Marvel Yerevan, the Mafia crime boss of one formidable Family. The taste of horrible and peculiar experiences in the underworld does not stop him from stepping deeper into the Mafia's territory, all to gain Marvel's trust. Ready to submit, even become a plaything, he will act subservient while secretly taking advantage of his position for the investigation to complete the tasks he is given. But, can he win the mission when he has never been victorious over a personal battle with the boss? EXCERPT I: "Sir, I think you need to change your clothes, or else you will catch a cold." I suggested Marvel, using his half-wet suit of rain as an excuse to get to know him better. The man in front of me was so tall and well-built, his physique exposed both strength and beauty. It wasn't out of curiosity that I patted his shoulder to sweep the wet dots away, but I wanted to create a connection with him. "If you don't mind, let me help you," I smiled. "It's my responsibility to take care of your health and serve you, so let's go to your room and change-" The coldness of fingers touching my cheek startled me, freezing up the rest of my words. Before I could develop a reaction, the artistic form of a man had turned blurry above my dilated eyes when Marvel reduced our distance. Seizing up the air I meant to breathe in, his lips contrived a way to communicate with mine without the need for words. I always asked myself, what should I do to get closer to Marvel, to step into his territory, to make him trust me? I think I know now. EXCERPT II: "It isn't that hard," Marvel convinced me, sure of it. His knuckles slithered above my cheek. "All you have to do is put it inside your mouth and just let it slide above your tongue." His words were followed by a gesture of his thumb teasing my lips until I felt it in between my teeth. Demanding access, it started to push in deeper, stroking my tongue without any sign of reluctance. When his eyes slightly narrowed to hold a smile, the steel blue marbles glimmered, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from this handsome gent in front of me. "You can do it, right?" At first, I wanted to pretend I didn't understand what Marvel was talking about, but my attempt to be indifferent might not work against someone with a character like his, knowing how much power he had, and I realized what his true intention was. I forced my mouth to open, only later did I know that those simple words would change my fate completely. "Yes, Sir."

Watch as Xiao LingYue is forced to the breaking point as he rises from the ashes, to force his way to the top. See as he sees and peer through his eyes at this dark and bleak world... " Whether I walk or crawl, slither or creep.. I will find a world that belongs to me..."

"No own knows the secret of the beast" _____ The legends told happened annually; The corruption, every year the beast would slither through the cracks of the earth, every year, another human would be taken. Our ancestors warned that once a human was corrupted; there was no way back. Apart from death.. ___ Thousands of years ago, a monarch was said to have released a dangerous force onto the earth with the energy of all mages in the kingdom of Dexrecs. It was an unimaginable power that could devour the whole world, but it stood obediently by the King's side, annihilating surrounding kingdoms and plummeting cities.The king basked in the destruction his newfound power brought upon his enemies. And lust for even more power settled in his heart and made him enhance the dragon's with his people's blood and souls. The dragon, immeasurably power, broke loose of his King's control, setting the capital ablaze in the all consuming flames of death. The king, distressed, assembled all mages and demanded they take their power back from the might beast. They failed. And just when there was no hope, a peasant mage sacrificed himself, creating a weapon, activated only by his bloodline; a sword and shield no man could see. That very night the dragon was slain, but it rose from the ashes; wings gone and became a beast brought back by the Devil. It terrifies the earth, in the stead of the one who brought it back from the dead. Hiro Holmes, a nineteen year old American, who had looked hardship in the eye and laughed at it every time; had never faced something like this. The beast calls unto him and many others with it's children. A group of oddly banded people are forced to journey to a place where death reigns, mysteries beg to be solved and where the beast faces them, baring his fangs at them with the Devil on it's back. Death will reign, but not alone. There will be a ray of hope; a vision, that shall accompany the darkness. Light and Death can have no fellowship, Hiro must choose: Freedom or Redemption? Will he choose the latter? not relying on the weapons which he cannot see? Will he walk the path of destruction? God calls, but he doesn't listen. He instead has one task in hand, mind and soul; to be free, but the question is... Will he ever be? -- Warning: There would be blood and colorful language(lots) but no steamy scenes. Enjoy :)

Duan Xianliang, the exact representation of oppression. In his eyes, nothing is worth more than himself. Well, that was, until he was in the throes of death. He could feel his life slowly slithering away, permeating into the ground. But that wasn't what he craved. He needed total control over all others. So he did what he knew best; sacrificing others for his selfish wishes. Using a forbidden spell formation, he sacrificed the lives of all citizens in his Empire for him to successfully reincarnate into a new, powerful body, but there were some miscalculations. Opening his eyes, in front of him was a pure white chamber. Just 4 walls, a ceiling and floor, nothing else. To make matters worse, he was in the body of a juvenile! An adolescent of all things, he wanted a powerful, new body! Oh, but what's this? Supposedly, this body is the vessel of all chaos that resides in this world. Maybe he’ll stay here for a while, doesn’t mean he won't cause some… mayhem.

In this era, Dragons that live in the ends of the earth, invade the cities and towns of human dwellings, consuming every shred of life form, exhaling fire, pouring dark fumes from their body and hauling humans up in their talons till blood was the sole remains. But unbeknownst to man, there are far greater secrets buried deep beneath the carnivorous and menacing exterior of these Bestial Forages. Imogen, a young damsel from the Kingdom of Tristendyre, had always lived a blyth and peaceful life as the sole apprentice of the Royal Physician at the Imperial Castle, destined to inherit the mantle. However, the Destinies have other courses decided for her life to take: in a story of discovering her true Past and the calling predestined for her Future: a Warrior chosen by an ancient Prophecy to fight the Dragons. Not only is her present life stolen from her, but in this journey, Imogen brushes shoulders with the treachery of Governments, Fugitivity, love and Death. There are also other warriors born in her time, elected by divine Fate to war against the Dragons that breathe threats to the survival of mankind. ~ It was a fair evening in the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the people were about their lives. Just as one would admire the skies of eventide, there was a sudden shot of torrid fire that pierced its way across the heavens. Clouds scampered to make way. The whole scene was rending to favour the advent of large, menacing Rengaulian Dragons. The flames they had breathed began feverishly consuming the contents of the cities, while people fled for their lives. The chaos was unbearable, screams and fright making a mastery of the airs. One of the large beasts rested his perch on the Crown of St. Erdengaur that was the heart of the Kingdom. He roared till even the stars and planets abroad could have heard his battle cry. Tristendyre was in great disarray whilst the savages did slither around the cities and draw out various humans in their talons, consuming them. Various people wilted in the fires while others were intoxicated by the fumes that were expelled from beneath the scales of some dragons. But the Chief Dragon that led the brutal massacre was oddly most fervent in hauling the peak, as though it was unearthing the land thereof for mining treasures. Whilst terror and Death did spread their mantles over the Kingdom, a single throbbing eye could look up into the heavens, through the fire and debris, and see the moon veil her face in blue. Every soul was torn between saving their loved ones or their own breath; status, hatred, love, none of them bore the worth of even a wasted candle at the face of such dire situation of looming Death. Many voices were bloodcurdling screams of pain and fear. Just then, there was a mighty and blaring sound of a Dragon’s bellow erupting and the grounds of St. Erdengaur was spilt, making way for the rise of the most frightful and treacherous looking Beast one had seen in all their lives. The Dragon that had been tilling the Summit of St. Erdengaur had descended to the bowels of the earth and had transformed into a more hellish version of its erstwhile figure. The very omen of Death being its face, talons and wings and lava and scales; if the darkest and most murderous night of the Earth’s centuries could bear the shape of a body, it would be that very Creature that spread his roguish self across a large part of the humbled Kingdom. And at that sight, there was absolute hopelessness for man-kind’s survival ~ Will the warriors of men survive the claws of their governments that they are victims to and finally break free to face the Dragons in mutiny? Will they find the various dark secrets of the Dragons’ legacy and Origin and win against the beasts to save their kind? Join Imogen and her friends as they journey through the wild story to unravel the mystery of the Dragons ~

After years of being tortured and imprisoned by hunters, Lyra was finally freed. But out of the pan and into the fire. She had a terrifying history in her new pack, but luckily no one seemed to recognize her… yet. In order to stay alive she needs to look ordinary, act meek and be disregarded. She must remain unseen. Especially from the one who wanted her dead. The man who was now the Alpha of Gibbous Peak pack. Yet, can this kind of freedom really be called living? How long can she hope to stay alive, right under her antagonist’s nose? Will she lose her composure, yielding to her instincts? Or worse, she might willingly expose herself to her forbidden, fated mate. ***** Alpha Cedric was leaning languidly in his chair, eating slowly. He was absentmindedly scanning the room then returning to his plate without bothering with those around him. Fortunately, there was no aura of displeasure to put off the mood. It was unclear if he was bored or relaxed. Perhaps he was simply tired from the work and journey he returned from. A voluptuous woman approached him, deliberately leaning in to expose the deep cleavage of her violet camisole. The Alpha’s lack of expression didn’t discourage her as she smiled and tucked a few silky black curls behind her ear. Her fingers grazed his shoulder and bicep. Thick red lips were smoothly forming drowned out words. Her face flushed a pink when the Alpha looked her way and she continued to bat her eyes in a blatantly flirtatious manner. Her spine was slithering like a dancing snake, optimally displaying her curves. Her act was increasing in boldness with her fingers tracing over his collar and to the edge of his hair. Alpha Cedric remained unmoving, which was the same as granting permission. She was not the first, the last, nor the boldest to approach the desirable man. Few were foolish enough to aim for his mate, but who wouldn’t want a passionate romp with the powerful, young Alpha? Pleased, she flashed a smile before sensually biting her lower lip. Lyra swallowed her dry tongue. A dull ache in her chest was squeezing her lungs. She had the sudden urge to throw that temptress out through the window then scold the Alpha for his complacency. A well-timed, friendly ruckus from a nearby table reeled her from her rude staring and ridiculous daydream. She quickly suppressed the vibration that was humming in her chest before it erupted as a growl. You’ll get caught! Her wolf echoed in her mind. Keep your eyes down. Lyra rolled her eyes. Loba was enraptured with the view, just as much as she was. But there was no need to call her out on it. They were, after all, the same person. In any case, she was making a vital point. More than proximity, her blatantly doltish behavior was how she would lose her neck. ***** This is the new version. If you recognize some parts from the original, please don't skip, there's more details and content!

What in the world is The Breakup Club? This group consists of 4 people- two guys and two girls. If you pay them the right amount, one of these people will go out and end any relationship you desire. Jackson Strouts is the most popular out of the four people in The Break Up Club. This is because of his foolproof method: Jackson will slither his way in between the desired couple and make one of those two people fall in love with him. Of course, he cuts ties with both of them right after the couple has fallen apart, so it doesn't leave him with any problems. But being so romantically involved with so many people at a time can get quite problematic, and one enthusiastic, blonde teen can only stay cold-hearted for so long. When four different guys all fall for him and start using their own methods to force Jackson into dating one of them, Jackson finds himself in the middle of an intense, dreadful battle, and his precious spot in The Breakup Club is put at stake.

A BOOK ABOUT: werewolves, vampires and slitherings. INTRODUCING TWO NEW BREEDS: THE ZYGOX AND PARA-WEREWOLF!! This book will keep you awake, and there is no limit to how far your imagination can go…..

In the midst of the cold brewing night covered in layers of black cloud The wind could be heard rustling ceaselessly A figure standing on top of a mountain could be seen looking up in the starry sky But the surrounding is covered in a thin layer of fog which covers everything except his face He has the face of a young man filled with dreams and ambition which is not to handsome not to ugly but his eyes... A single eye can show the attitude of a person and a pair of eyes can show the emotion of one Pain, sorrow, grief, joy no matter how a person hide his emotions the eyes reveal everything. But the eyes of the young man is hollow almost as if he can't feel a slither of emotion at all if he wasn't breathing people would think he is a cicada with an empty shell! As the night flows deeper with time the wind flow gets stronger the black cloud starts to fade away revealing the slither of Moonlight that beam upon the mountain slowly revealing it as if unwrapping a gift. Through the thin layer of fog which was slowly fading away along with the cloud revealing the mountain that the young man was standing on. The most distinguishing part about the mountain is that it isn't made out of rocks or dirt instead it is a pile of corpse stacked on top of each other! The young mans clothes is covered in blood which is mostly dried up. On the front of his left hand he is holding a sword that is tucked in his sheath but on the back it is a tattoo. It is red in color with a design of a pentagon surrounded by a circle The tattoo almost looks like it is alive since it is squirming in his hand as if something is trying to escape from inside. Not everyone knows but this tattoo isn't a simple tattoo It is the very symbol that can control the souls of the dead, a key to the devils monastery, and an indication that one is the owner of thousands of dead souls! The Devils Symbol!

After dying far too young - scared and alone in the dark - he opened his eyes to a slither of light. Noe, the second child of the feared Cassidirus ducal family, should have been born into a life of luxury. As fate would have it, he was sentenced to a painful existence as his life was left in the Head Butler's hands at the age of three. Two years of hiding and suffering left its toll on Noe and, curled up under the ornate bed, his very soul shattering, he weakly cried for help one last time. His cry answered another's.

Lilith Arachnid is betrayed by her husband the king of one of the most fearsome kingdoms in the whole world. Her and her servant Christopher escape to a new kingdom, what or who do they find to help her carry out her revenge ?

An assassin betrayed by his own employers, was given another chance at life in a different world. Reborn in a world, where even Gods are slaughtered by others, he is surrounded by predators. Follow him as he tries to realise his ambitions in this world, where strength reigns supreme. Uh, I mean slither his way to Supremacy. (The picture in the cover doesn't belong to me. If the owner of the copyright wants it removed, please inform me through the comments or text me on my discord account- @Kalki_Avatar#2014) Putting it on a pause. I might get back to it, later.

"It was the year 2030 AD. The origin universe game “Divine Revelation” made its grand debut. In this game, the in-game currency could be exchanged for real money, which attracted countless players. Even countries were getting ready to enter the game. But no one knew that Li Yi who had fallen in the War of the Gods returned to this very day when the game was launched with ten years worth of memories from the game. And this time, Li Yi received the SSS Rank Talent - Blood Devour. [SSS Rank Talent, Blood Devour: After slaying any creature, the player would gain 1% fixed Health Point, and life regeneration speed. The effect of this talent can be stacked indefinitely] [Notification: You slew an LV1 Sika Deer, received 1 HP, 0.01 HP regeneration/second] [Notification: You slew an LV5 Elite Goblin, received 7 HP, 0.07 HP regeneration/second] [Notification: You slew an LV10 Legendary Boss - Aoi Flame Green Dragon, received…...] From them, an invincible being who had a health bar even longer than bosses were added to the game. “Report: Li Yi is cheating, the HP of the entire dungeon’s monsters added together is still less than his!” “Report: We attacked Li Yi with the joined force of a 1000 players army, but he only lost a slither of health!” “Report: Please tell me, how are we supposed to attack the city with Li YI standing in front of its gates?” Many years later, when the game started to fuse with reality, and the War of the Gods began, Li Yi stood at the front alone and faced the gods of the worlds. Only then did the players wake up, “Dear Sir, we’re begging you, please have even more HP!”"

After transmigrating to a world of beasts, Ye Zhizhi turned out to be the only woman in a population brimming with handsome men. Forget competing for territory or food—why were they competing for her too? Tiger took the initiative. “Don’t run off. Give me a child and I’ll protect you.” His ears might be fluffy and adorable, but she’s a human, and reproductive isolation meant she couldn’t bear his child even if she broke her hips! Although it was bizarre enough to meet a perverted tiger, it turned out everyone was perverted: foxes, wolves, snakes, and peacocks! This world was so indecent! While the tiger went out to hunt, the fox flashed her a droopy look. “Tiger is lying to you. He just wants to possess you, but I’m different—I’ll pamper you.” Ye Zhizhi shook her head—there’s no way she would trust a fox. The big black wolf licked his long fingers and spoke alluringly, “Us wolves are always monogamous. You’ll be happiest with me.” The white peacock flashed its golden tail feathers and shoved the wolf aside, twerking its butt at Ye Zhizhi, “Loyalty is useless, you oaf—it’s only natural to pick the prettiest partner. Ye Zhizhi: “I’ll never be charmed by beauty!” before she finished, something icy coiled around her legs—unbeknownst to her, the emerald snake had slipped behind her, and things were heating up as his tail slithered over her body… “Stop, stop, stop!” Unable to fight back, Ye Zhizhi had to set ground rules. “Calm down, let’s go one-by-one!” Tiger said, “Why didn’t you call me if you’re doing it in a group?!”

With the death of Tremblay everything had changed. It was as if they'd been kids playing by the a stream bank and seeing a hole, poked it with a stick. The thing that crawled out had not been a garden snake but something terrible and unexpected. Something mysterious, deadly and misshapen. It had put an end to Tremblay there and then, and now it was slithering toward Chinedu.

Yvie is cursed. Or is she? Ever since before she was born, she was cursed to turn into a snake. Something her uptight parents, who only cares about public appearance, did not like at all. But while her parents try everything they can to find out how to break the curse, Yvie tries everything she can to keep it. After a certain incident Yvie finds herself taking a choice that will change her life forever. Follow Yvie slithering through life, figuring out exactly who, or what, she is, as she learns to ask questions, think for herself, as well as solving the mysteries about herself.

Follow Xiver on his journey to reign supreme over all primordial beast and every race alike starting out as a bird with a slither of phoenix bloodline to the immortal fire phoenix reigning over all others dominating the world warning this is my first novel I'm an armature at this thus it is highly possible that this might end up just being an experiment

Heather Slither tried, she truly did..she tried her best to escape the prison The King of Avarla put her in. She got to the wall before they caught her, that was an accomplishment on it's own. That happened years ago though, so why was said King in front of her right now...and how was she to ignore his offer of freedom.

Neocast; A device anyone can use to emulate the power of any animal. From the gigantic whales in the waters, to the speeding falcons in the sky, or the simple raccoons in the wild, also included are those slithering snakes in trees. It is said Neocasts are only available to those whom are privileged enough to afford it, or to those who have connections to get a hold of it. But a recent event in the academy city happened that made the Neocast available for anyone whom are willing to get a hold of it. Kuji is one of those people who wanted to get a hold of these Neocast, wonder why?

At first, he saw shiny brown hair cascading with the rhythm of the wind and then—she slithered into the water naked! Judging from the flare in Ki Woong's deep black eyes, he had seen everything. And yet he yearned to see more. He got closer, calculating his strategy, scrambling to satisfy the hunger of his lustful eyes and just when he had seen more, he craved it! Who was this brown-haired Lady of his Lake? Perhaps, a goddess? She had awoken something in him and he was determined to find her . . . to satisfy this craving burning inside of him.

Contract Marriage. Two lands have made, the kingdom of the serpent queen, ruling over demons and the other was a human kingdom close to ruin. The King has offended the ruler of the neighboring country, to plead mercy he decides to barter his daughter as a gift. "To the Serpent Queen, I give you my daughter. Promise me you won't do anymore harm to my lands and people, frail and sickly she may be but she can do any favor you may ask of her." The King bit his lip feeling guilty and horrible for his choices. He has talked to his daughter beforehand of her faith, for the people she loved to grant safety she decided to agree with the prospects of marriage with a being she hasn't met. "You bring me your daughter? An offering worthy for a demon such as I, a princess to devour-" The Serpent Queen using her human form, walked on her legs and came forward to meet the princess that has been offered. A beauty- to envy. "Greetings to her highness." The princess opened her eyes and saw that she wasn't afraid. Intrigued she saw her eyes were different, cloudy and of milky color. A blind princess, something easy to manipulate and surely she's spoiled. "I am in a bind, I am thankful the king is gracious with such a gift. I was looking for a wife." She held the girl's chin, eyeing the beauty carefully and thought she'll do just nicely. "A... Wife?" The princess tilted her head innocently, the Serpent Queen nods and kisses the girl sweetly, her tongue slithering in and the father averted his eyes feeling angry. "Marry me, human or your whole kingdom will suffer under my thumb." The princess agreed, but soon she never realized she would have the Serpent Queen under her thumb instead. Wife to Wife, a love story after marriage.