Basilisk Mythical นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Right in front of me, a snow basilisk was baring its fangs, venom and poison dripping from its jaws. I flinched at the sight of the green-scaled monster and bolted in the opposite direction, only to realize I couldn’t outrun a reptile that owned this territory. I’d have to zig-zag if I wanted any chance, but that would drain me fast. Snow basilisks were specially mutated creatures that had adapted to all kinds of environments. This one was a master hunter, with a kill rate around ninety-seven percent. My heart hammered against my ribs. It was big, but only came up to my chest, perfectly suited for this terrain. The thought of their usual massive size made my skin crawl even more.

Pliny (Natural History, Book Eight, paragraph 33) tells us nothing of the posthumous aptitudes of this ophidian, but the conjunction of the two ideas of seeing (mirar) and dying (morir) vedi Napoli e poi mori [see Naples and die]—must have influenced Shakespeare. The gaze of the basilisk was poisonous; the Divinity, however, can kill with pure splendor or pure radiation of manna. The direct sight of God is intolerable. Moses covers his face on Mount Horeb, “for he was afraid to

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

she explained, still flipping through pages. A triumphant smile curved her lips upwards when she found what she had been looking for. A holographic image was pushed up with the help of her magic. It was a diagram that depicted a creature that was clearly made up of different species. “This is creature has no name, but it’s created from different species. This one has the magic of a siren, the strength of a Baslayer, as well as the intelligence and magic of a Celestial. Baslayers are a subspecies of serpent-shifters. That’s what makes this one so dangerous. There’s a species that is far more powerful than any seer.”

Drake asked. "Whoever wears that means she is the Legendary Goddess. There are plenty of necklaces that can identify the legendary goddess. The necklace has a mixture of symbols of two races. It just looks like the necklace that Sophie is wearing. The crescent moon symbolizes the race of vampires. The blue full moon symbolizes the race of wizards. It means that Sophie is half vampire and half wizard. " When the king said that, our eyes almost popped out. S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses?!

"Something has woken up in the lower tunnels. Something ancient. It is eating our magic. It is eating our bones." "What is it?" Kael asked. "A Basilisk," the witch said. I stiffened. A Basilisk was a mythical creature. A giant serpent with a gaze that could turn flesh to stone. "You want us to kill a Basilisk?" I asked. "We are wolves. Not exterminators." "You are the White Wolf," the witch said. "Your light is the only thing that can blind the beast. Kill it and we will give you the Cloak of Shadows. You will be invisible to your father forever."

Raimon asked. “They reproduce by parthenogenesis when they see that conditions are right for creating a population to support them,” Bloom explained. “Support them? Are basilisks female?” Rafael asked, his eyes wide. “They are asexual, but they adopt the female sex once they become pregnant,” Bloom said. "That's why they are so dangerous. In addition to seeking out places on the ground that are comfortable, cool, and serve as dens, they have the most deadly venom of all. However, that is not the most dangerous thing about basilisks; it is the fact that they can easily devour anyone. They don't distinguish between anything or anyone. Their strength and speed are unheard of, which is why they

I'll just lure the person like I do to any other animal. This basilisk was a real person who killed people and strong animals for nourishment, so she knew that she could not use the normal weaker animals as bait. It would show no interest in chasing after it. Since there was no one else to use, BaiXue acted as the bait that she needed.

Finding the head of not a man but a bull with horns that curve and points that gleam under the glow of light. “Mother of the fucking moons,” I grumble when my eyes land on the mythological creature. There was no fucking break. Where the hell did this thing come from? There was only one entrance in or out of this chamber and we would have noticed something as big as this fucker when we entered. Unless it came from beneath the sand, the same as the basilisk. I shake my pain off and draw my bow, lining up two arrows, I aim and let them fly. Both stick in the beast's chest. Like toothpicks, he swats them off him, and only two small cuts show evidence that I even hit him.

Bolton updated me as a woman carried on about her kind, Basilisk, needing more herbs planted. She reminded me of the Dragon I met, both reptilian and both with an air of evil that swirled around them. This plant she asked of helped her kind rejuvenate a poison they naturally produced in their spit glands. "You don't want to look them in the eye too long." Bolton began speaking in my head again. "They have a second eyelid that can hypnotize you, usually to immobilize you and kill you with their venom." "This place keeps getting creepier and creepier. I guess I should be thankful all you vile creatures are on our side."