Basilisk Greek Novels & Stories

Jaxsen smiled in return and nodded. “What’s your name?” “Basil. I hate it.” Basil frowned in disdain. Jaxsen grinned. “I like it. It means ‘royal and kingly’. It’s a Greek name. St. Basil was the Great Bishop of Caesarea in the latter half of the fourth century.” Basil smiled. “Wow. I didn’t know that. That’s pretty cool.”

I got off the stretcher, and the weight of the wings almost made me falter, but I kept my composure and smiled. “You're not going to kill us; you won't be able to,” I said firmly. “Your own ambition will eat you alive, swallow you up, and devour you so thoroughly that you won't know what attacked you.” “Don't talk nonsense,” said Greco. Out of nowhere, he began to tremble, and hundreds of basilisks emerged. Some were larger than others, but they all obeyed Greco, and he wasn't just smiling; he was gloating as he raised his hands high and a horrible sound rang out in the sky.

A grunt of frustration slipped from my lips, accompanied by a tightening sensation in my leg that swiftly transformed into tingling. "What are you doing to me?" I growled, my scowl aimed at the creature, though it remained unaffected and relentless in its assault on my senses. My futile attempts to move persisted, and just as I began to accept my impending role as the creature's meal, a voice sounded from behind. "You mustn't meet its gaze," Winter's voice reached my ears. Struggling to turn my head to see her, my attempts were thwarted, like the rest of my body. "That's a basilisk," she explained, her tone grave. "Direct eye contact can lead to death."

A lot of shedding skin. "Damn! That's a big snake!" Leona commented. "Yes. Hilda must be the oldest basilisk to have ever lived." Selena said. "Hilda? The basilisk's name is Hilda?" Joan asked. Selena and Erik chuckled at her reaction. "Yes, it is. Hilda was uncle Salazar's pet. He hatched her from an egg and raised her until his death. Before that, he put her in an enchanted sleep, to only wake up when necessary and only in defense of the castle."

The content of the pouch was a black powder which surprisingly didn’t stain her hand. “How lucky. It isn’t every day that one obtains a Basilisk's breath” The Basilisk was one of the numerous monsters that lived in the forest of damnation. It was dangerous to kill, even for a knight, especially with its poison gaze and breath. Obtaining it without the help of the fairy queen would’ve been too hard for her.

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.

That was why Reinhard was the one who pushed himself the hardest to train himself to become even stronger. Weapons: Reinhard has two mystical weapons. The first mystical weapon he got from Damien was a sniper rifle with the same model as the weapon used in the second world war. A long rifle with a knife embedded at the end of the rifle. And the second mystical weapon he received from Damien was a pair of daggers, made of Basilisk's fangs. The Basilisk is a reptile in European legend that is known as the king of serpents in Serpent mythology and can inflict death upon staring at it. (Once appeared in the Harry Potter series in "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets").

Because Asper Glein, the garrison commander and their absolute leader, had so commanded them. Therefore, Gerhard’s bodyguards weren’t even able to take action when the king was shackled and the black mages almost neutralized. Only the druids with their evil animal spirits went into battle. But their first two attempts to tear the daring rebel to pieces failed. The strange magic under Reive’s control was slowly suffocating them. Yet it turned out the magic creatures were quite strong. The basilisk was obstinately shedding the Dark. Dark was flowing down his skin like black water almost without doing any harm. It didn’t allow him to take a step forward either. The talons on his paws were sinki

My hands wrap around his hips, one moving to his ass and pushing a finger inside. “Malakas! (Ancient Greek curse word, similar to fuck!)” Hermes moans. “Get ready, i fotiá mou (my fire).” I moan and that’s all that he needs to let go, spilling himself down my throat.

This beast was called the Dust Basilisk. The Dusk Basilisk was a creature that was a bit rare. It was difficult to run into one because they mostly lived underground and seldom came up to the surface world. They were so called because their scales were the colour of the earth, and they could easily be missed when they were on the ground. In fact, if it wasn’t for Aiden’s strong eyesight, he would have missed it. However, there was something that confused him.