Bring Me The Horizon When The Snakes Start To Sing Novels & Stories

There was no other option the snake must flee. “This time you have the upper hand, but there will be more battles.” And with that the snake left. “I know, for the sun to be born again each day, our battle continues and always will, unless I find a way for the day or the night to last for a millennium or two. I would be a fine time to take a rest.” Near him a beacon was lit. Long ago did he saw that beacon. “He has return, the strings are placed. Maybe there is a way?”

The venom cursed through my veins, burning and consuming, and I collapsed onto the ground, the weight of the chamber pressing down on me. "Get up! Dante, please!" I could hear her cries, but they felt distant, like an echo from another realm. The world around me blurred, and more snakes advanced, a vicious tide intent on claiming me on their own. As I drifted into the abyss, a hazy veil of consciousness slipped away, and memories began to rise like a tide, pulling me under with their relentless force. The darkness threatened to consume me, but through the murky shadows, I saw her - my first mate.

we shouted, our voices breaking and shaking. The snakes bit again, and again. Each strike sent fire racing through my veins. My knees buckled, my head spun. “Don’t panic!” Aziz shouted over the hissing and our cries. “It will be over soon!” I clung to the chant like a lifeline. “Bismillahirrahmanirrahim! Bismillahirrahmanirrahim!” The glow around us brightened, burning against the darkness. The snakes shrieked — actually shrieked — as their bodies convulsed. Their fangs sank deeper, but instead of draining us, the light pushed back.

I wasn’t crying, but the lack of oxygen seemed to force it out. “Remember that lullaby I used to sing you when you were just a pup?” “Dw..wane. S…stop.” Why was he doing this? I wanted to ask him, but my mouth was too busy fighting to get in bites of air. “Night-night little puppy,” Snake Eyes began to hum as he choked the life out of me. “Don’t sneak around at night…Or the big, black wolf would come for you and grab your flank…Drag you off into the woods underneath the Willow root…”

They sang of the fallen warrior, relishing in the pain of his loss, but also of the ones they hadn't found, the ones who were lost or missing. *You take your sweet little time cause it's all you've got,A darker day, a total eclipse, Snow falls on a borderline crime yet it's somehow not ,A plea of mercy lingers on these frozen lips,Why can't you just let me in and be?Poseidon sends his waves to drag me far out to sea* *If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart*

So like any other person who's running out of time, I sang it. When the time comes, we shall be free And the gate will open just for me And when the glassy waters shatter for us We will be there. Then the glass shatter and we fell into the water. I remember screaming as I sank deep down into the crystal waters. I remember hearing my friends struggling desperately to breathe. It was like I became one with the ocean around me. Then suddenly, I felt the water leave me and I found myself falling from the sky. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

I make my way through the dark and deserted forest. Finally, when I reach the place where Arles brought me yesterday, I wait for the sun to appear out of the horizon. I pull out the horn from my pocket, take a deep breath before putting it against my lips and emptying all the air in my lungs into it. A loud roar ripples through the forest, its source, the Gold Horn. Several birds desert the trees and flood the sky as they fly away. It sounded like a war cry. As the golden rays of the rising sun drowned the mortal realm, I stood still, holding my breath, listening for anything that’d tell me about her arrival.

“sleep? with you two snoring like bears? pass.” Rhea snorted. “hey, my snoring’s melodic. serna’s the one who sounds like she’s gargling gravel.” Serna pulled her hand back, but the warmth lingered. “melodic my ass. last truce i woke up to you humming that old blue moon lullaby off-key. thought the enemy had infiltrated with a dying cat.” Kaelin grinned, faint but real. “lyra used to sing it to the scouts after patrols. voice like smoke and honey. ‘sleep little wolf, the moon’s your shield.’ made even the worst nights feel… possible.”

The forest parted for me that night Not with fear With recognition As if it remembered who I was before even I did The deeper I walked, the quieter the world became Until there was nothing And then, on the horizon The cathedral of echo waited Its doors pulsing with silver light

The dappled sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows on the forest floor. The songs of birds and the gentle murmur of a nearby brook serenaded her, leading her deeper into the heart of the woods. As Evelyn ventured deeper into the woods, a rustling sound caught her attention. She cautiously approached, trying to locate the source of the noise. Suddenly, she froze in her tracks as she came face to face with a slithering large snake, its scales glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the forest canopy. The snake eyed her curiously, its tongue flickering in and out as it assessed the intruder in its territory.