Novel & Cerita Basilisk Fang

“I tried the easy way first. I followed you here, thinking I could seduce him, let him claim me instead. But he looked at me like I was dirt under his boot. So… Plan B.” She spreads her hands, palms up, as if revealing a magic trick. “There’s an old ritual. Black as midnight, ugly as sin, but it works. Requires three sacred ingredients: the heart of the father who sired the bloodline, the skull of the mother who carried it, and—” her gaze drops deliberately to my stomach, “—the unborn child of an immortal.” My lungs seize. No. No no no no no. She sees the exact moment understanding slams into me.

The basilisk's face looks more like a dragon than a snake. "A basilisk!" I cried out. "Your sister's pet is a large deadly snake?!" "Once you bring animals from humans and feed them blood from a demon, they will become what people call mythical creatures." "Are you serious? First a Lycan and now a basilisk?" Jippies shrugs, and I snarl in frustration. "Shit, this fucker is huge," Clayton commented. "How can we kill this thing?" Dominic asked Jippies. "Make sure you don't look at it in the eyes and don't get bit - their fangs are poisonous."

This was the king of serpents. 'The basilisk.' I quickly look away from its yellow eyes reflecting death at me. I read about the Basilisk in old magical lores, it was a giant serpent, also known as the King of Serpents. Aside from its deadly and venomous fangs that had the ability to destroy anything, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death 'I can't look at it, I need to avoid its gaze.' I mentally warmed myself.

and said,“It’s starting already.” I asked, “What did you do?” “Nothing much other than disrupting the boundary spell around the pack.” She laughed. No. No. No. The pack was totally exposed to attacks from outside its boundaries because the protection spell had been broken, oh gods. However, why? How could she possibly do that? I heard a huge crash as the falling ball of fire struck the witches’ apartments.The witches’ lodgings had burned to the ground. I pulled out my dagger and pointed it at Rubi’s throat, holding on to it fiercely. “You bloody traitor!” I was about to murder her, but Rubi’s crazed laughing made me change my mind. I was curious to find out what was making her laugh, so I i

Reaching under my dress again I grab the blade that somehow stayed in place and out the guys eyes out. "Baby" Vic says gently as he helps me to my feet. "Let this serve as a fucking warning, IF YOU FUCK WITH WHATS MINE YOU WILL MEET HELL AT MY HANDS* | yell at the endi then collapse at my dad’s side.

"So, any questions?" I thought for a moment, before deciding to ask that thing I wanted to clarify first. "What are we called?" "We are the Feralis. The descendants of The Four Godly Beasts," she answered almost immediately. We soared up higher into the night sky, which made me glance at the crescent moon that seemed so close, yet so far. When I turned my eyes ahead, I ran into a cloud which made Morris laugh. "By The Four Godly Beasts, do you mean the vermilion bird, blue dragon, white tiger and black tortoise?" I wondered and shook off the dew I got onto my wings by accidentally going through a cloud.

Alex smiled, his faint fangs catching the light. Always.

Marcy and Dax flanked from the east, flares of magic and steel slicing the fog. But then came the second wave. And this time, they brought something darker. Link They’d summoned it. A beast born of blood rites and forbidden glyphs. Not a wolf. Not even a shifter. This was something else—a twisted chimera made of shadow and ash, wearing the stolen forms of fallen warriors. “Lily—!” I roared, tackling the creature as it lunged for her. It screamed—too many voices, not enough shape—and slammed me through a stone column.

“Didn’t you ever think you’d need my help one day?Well…” He cut her short, his voice low and strained. “Bathsheba, whatever you want, I will give you. My life, I will give to you, as long as you save those wolves inside.” He bowed his head, his eyes lowered. For a second, the anger and pride seemed to have left him, replaced by a strange vulnerability. He seemed utterly exposed to her. She laughed again, a wicked, devilish sound. “Imagine the almighty Elder of the Ironfang’s saying this! Hahaha! A twist of fact, isn't it, Topilus?”

Cold, carved stone. I brushed the soil aside, and the object revealed itself. It was a totem, six inches long, maybe a bit more. Black stone, etched with sharp, precise symbols I didn’t recognize all at once, but which made my stomach tighten anyway. The top was smooth, almost polished. The base looked like it had been sealed with blood. Old blood. Faint, but there. Vampiric. I didn’t touch it directly. I sat back on my heels, heart picking up speed.