Black Serpent 소설 & 이야기

The serpent, equally determined, thrashed against the currents with primal fury. In a moment of sheer adrenaline-fueled determination, I seized the serpent's neck, sinking my fangs deep into its flesh. The serpent, weakened and disoriented, succumbed to the relentless assault. In a final, daring maneuver, I exploited a moment of vulnerability in the serpent's defense. I lunged with all his remaining strength, sinking his teeth into a critical area. The serpent convulsed, its form writhing in agony. I seized the opportunity to break free from the constricting coils.

"I do not wish to die." The lids of his red eyes blinked again slowly. "Good, I do not wish to chain you. Bethanne said it saddens human females." Bethanne. I knew that name. She was claimed by this dragon one hundred years ago. We studied her in our history lessons. "How long did she live?" His front legs came out, landing a short distance from me. He flopped down, his head resting on his huge feet. His nose almost touched my robe. Sadness spiraled throughout every inch of his body clear to his tail, which circled around and settled over one of his legs.

My lips curled downwards in derision. "A goddamn great man to all who knew him," a man added. I rolled my eyes inwardly. "He was a fool." Those words stopped me short. Not because of what they meant but who had said it. Nero Vecchio. I knew who he was. Hell, everyone in this funeral knew him. He was a snake, a predator. A mafia Don. And one of the most dangerous ones at that. A glance at him showed he was flanked on all sides by his men like the imperious predator of a man he was.

“No.” Marcus stared. Nicholas took my phone from my hand. “We find Ethan.” “You just said—” “I said we aren’t walking into Gabriel’s trap.” Nicholas looked at the photograph again. “We make him walk into ours.” Something about his voice changed the room. The Dragon wasn’t a supernatural creature. He didn’t breathe fire. He didn’t have scales or wings. But right then, I understood exactly why people had given Nicholas Aspen that name. Marcus did too. He straightened.

He grinned. Before anyone could contemplate what was about to happen, a deep roar shook the earth. Sending all of them backwards. Slamming them into trees. A black giant dragon suddenly and slowly emerged from the other side of the forest. Approaching the scene stealthily. Its rough skin was dark as obsidian and long claws which could cut through steel. Its eyes burn brightly like hot coals and an earth shattering roar left its mouth, its razor sharp talons which could tear through anything. The sight of the dragon sent tremors through the men and they retreat carefully.

My balance continued to stager and it was difficult to do anything much less than to fight the seroe t when the latter could control the sea itself. “That… is expected,” finally the creature spoke, fastening its rowing pace so the boat wouldn't be swept up by the rough waves. “The serpent is a creature of the abyss… created by the gods. To cross between the sea as a living thing is not anything the moongods would want, therefore the difficulty is to be expected.” “What exactly is the abyss?” I asked as my eyes stared closely at the sea, expecting every movement from the ripples that were difficult to predict.

A new hostess in a spaghetti strap dress looked up. "Ahhh!" As soon as she saw me, she spun around and hid behind Sam, terrified. "Holy… What the hell is that?!" A descendant of Echidna, I was born with snake-like skin. As such, my face was covered with hard scales. Because of that, people's first reaction to me was always fear and disgust. No one dared get close, and they acted as if I would infect them with a skin disease. Jonathan was the only exception. I looked at him, who was playing with his prayer beads. His eyes were closed as he rested and meditated. The open cuffs of his white shirt emitted a faint sandalwood scent.

If anything, they seemed more determined. Then the ground trembled. A deep, rumbling hiss echoed through the valley, freezing the rogues in place. For a moment, everything was silent. Then it struck. A massive form burst out from the trees, sending bodies flying. The Nydrogara serpent’s body was a nightmare of Black, with purplish scales and muscle, its eyes burning like dying embers. It coiled around the clearing, its fangs glistening with venom. The rogues panicked. Some tried to run, but didn’t make it far.

Neo rushed over to Erica and hugged her, and I hugged my family, one after the other. Mum told me that Erica had put my princess down for a nap not that long ago. She was very crabby and cried a lot as though she sensed something was wrong and her mum not being here made it worse. Erica was the only one who could calm her down. She refused to go to anyone else. Even Jacob tried his funny stunts, but it didn’t work. I excused myself and asked Neo to fill everyone in, I needed to take a quick shower before I could go into the nursery. After showering and putting on a fresh set of clothes, I went into the nursery and I stood beside the cot, and as though she sensed my presence, my princess open

Gali narrows his eyes, taking a closer, more discerning look at the creature. At first glance, it appears to be a sleek black serpent, almost cute in its small size. But upon closer inspection, intricate blood-lineage runes swirl faintly across its dark scales, floating like shimmering obsidian waves beneath a calm pond. Looking at it feels like staring into an ancient, mystical abyss where dangerous, ice-cold forces lie sleeping. It makes complete sense why such a beast fascinated Malek; it is small, cold, and carries a silent, dangerous lethargy that perfectly mirrors the young prince's own spirit.