Black Serpent Novels & Stories

It made Layla wonder what Ravana was truly capable of. And finding out that Atreus was the only one that could stop Ravana unleashed a lot of worry in Layla's mind. The last thing she wanted was to have to depend on Atreus in any shape or form. After another minute of waiting, Niniane returned to the backroom with a black leather satchel. She handed it to Layla. "Dig in, I won't be able to touch them," she said before finding her seat again. Layla did as she was told and started to pull the items out of the bag. A silver dagger with a deep ruby red gem inlaid into the handle, a wooden stake that was carved with runes, and a large piece of yellow sulfur.

“We must discover the cause and reestablish purity.” We followed the ominous nearness more profound into the Intelligent Waters, where we found a gigantic animal known as the Discolor Serpent. It was a evil monster that radiated the dim, sleek substance, contaminating the once-pristine waters. The Luminescent Pilots accumulated around us, their faces carved with stress. “The Discolor Serpent undermines to disturb the immaculateness of our realm,” one of them clarified, their voice filled with concern. “Its nearness sullies the equilibrium.”

"Haunt me? Oh, please. That's my family's cursed pearl bracelet. Once it's in play, there's no undoing it! "You're hoping to get back at me? Dreaming of seeing me paralyzed or worse? Keep dreaming, maybe in your next life!" She stuck her tongue out at me, her face a mask of smugness and defiance.

A dark shape took form in the almost-black water. A sea snake that looked to be a mile long swam towards me, eyes like the black sea, with teeth sharper than any knives. “Who calls to me?” The dark voice echoed through the water, and I felt like I was choking. The sea serpent swam faster towards me, and right before its teeth closed around me, I heard a footstep on grass. “Mother.” The same deep voice was warm, and my eyes sprang open.

A vast black serpent made of abandoned endings, every scale a life that had been saved somewhere and lost elsewhere. It opened its mouth. The Sage whispered, "Now it comes for collection."

voices cried in unison as heads turned upward. A silhouette emerged within the storm, slowly becoming clearer—a dark, menacing figure with fiery orange eyes and a cruel, predatory smile. His black, scale-like armor bore the crimson mark of a serpent across the chest, topped with a horned helm that declared him ruler of shadows. With clawed, inhuman hands and an aura of pure malice, he embodied the very essence of a serpent king born of darkness and fear. "Apophis," Maya whispered in horror. Then, spotting the witches, she screamed at the top of her lungs:"Stop them! They’re trying to release Apophis, the god of chaos! They’re feeding the chant with death itself!"

When I uncovered it, I became rooted to the spot, and the blood drained from my face. A different kind of serpent coiled in front of us. This one wasn't even a desert cobra. It was bigger and looked more like a viper. Its red scales sparkled, and its jade eyes reflected death. Its size was what creeped me out. It almost dwarfed the black dragon in size. The serpent looked at the growling dragon, and hesitation was reflected on its face. It shifted its gaze from the draconian titan and locked on to me. A devious glint reflected in its red eyes, and its tongue flickered.

I wasn’t here for his approval. “We need to move a large shipment of weapons across the East Coast,” Antonio said. “The Bratva has the resources. We have the buyers.” “And I assume you’re expecting a smooth transaction?” I arched a brow. Lorenzo chuckled. “Naturally. No unnecessary complications.” I gave him a slow nod, pretending to consider his words. In reality, I had already made up my mind. I would let them think they had the upper hand. I would play their game. But in the end, I would be the one standing when the dust settled.

My eyes were caught by the giant statue positioned in the middle of the lawn, its features obscured by the thick layer of snow. I could make out the silhouette of a woman as we drew closer, her face frozen in fear. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the marble serpent wrapped around her waist, its sinuous form slithering threateningly towards her neck. The face of the snake was twisted into a menacing snarl, its eyes seeming to follow my every move. I recoiled, a shiver of unease rippling through my core. Why would someone build such a disturbing statue in their home? What did it even mean?

Dragons | Dark romance | Hate to love | Stockholm Syndrome | Slave | Psychopath | Spicy When Hazel accidentally presses the wrong button on her father's invention, she is transported to another realm. A realm with mythical creatures, a realm where dragons exist. She is captured straight away and imprisoned by the King of Dragons as slave. The dragon inside Zyndrahr already knows it. His new slave is his most valuable possession he has ever owned. But no dark ruler will bend his knees to a mere human. He hates her, despises her, but can't seem to get rid of her. She speaks weird words and does things to strange, she doesn't seem from this time. Zyndrahr keeps her as a slave and for