Conan Blood Of The Serpent Novels & Stories

She just wanted to be the Alice who blended in at school, not this hybrid drowning in a tangle of forbidden desires and buried secrets. A sudden surge hit her—her fingers tingled, nails lengthening, sharpening, as panic flooded her chest. She gasped, collapsing onto her bed, hands clutching the quilt, heart racing. Her senses flared—too sharp, too alive—catching a wild scent, like fur and blood. A vision slammed into her: a sterile lab, a baby crying, needles glinting, Samuel’s voice—her father’s—hissing, She’ll be our weapon. Her wrist burned, and she yanked up her sleeve, gasping at a faint scar she’d never noticed, shaped like a crescent moon with claws, glowing faintly. The vision shifte

or others. Conan had stepped out for a moment to get some water and calm down, but when he came back into the clinic and saw Lorenzo handcuffed to the bed, he saw red. His need to protect took over, and he jumped at Heather without thinking twice. "What the hell are you doing?" Conan yelled in rage as he moved across the room. He grabbed Heather's throat. His strong grip lifted her off the ground, and her feet dangled as she tried to breathe. "Why is he in chains like a prisoner?"

With a fluid and captivating motion, he signed, "To the Serpent's Blood Inn, where stories are woven, and the past meets the present. May our memories be as enduring as the great sea serpent himself." In this moment, surrounded by kin and kindred spirits, they felt an unshakable bond, an unyielding unity that would guide them through the mysteries of Aqualearia. The Serpent's Blood Inn had become a sanctuary of friendship and discovery, and they knew that no matter where their journey led them, their connection would remain steadfast, like the coiled serpents etched into their goblets.

Coyote shifter, trickster-blessed by Chulëkonsis himself, grinning like the world owed him money and he’d come to collect with interest. Right behind him, Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke rolled in on a blood-red skateboard that hovered an inch off the ground without wheels. Platinum-blonde twin tails whipped in the wind, ruby-red irises glowing like twin coals in fresh snow. Vampire blood wizard. No thirst. No weaknesses. Just pure, beautiful, unholy power wrapped in fishnets, a cropped hoodie, and the kind of smile that ended bloodlines. Seras Nakamura (hair literally made of living flame, Lakeside cheer skirt) and Lucian Draconi (copper-scale dragon shifter, shirt permanently optional) bro

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

The voice grew colder. “Every second you take… costs him blood.” Static filled the screen. Then a final image flashed: The serpent sigil. Dripping red. The video ended. And my world… collapsed into war. ---

“You were meant to finish what I began. The Order fell, but the god beneath the roots still calls to its blood. You are that blood.” He shook his head, voice breaking. “You used me.” “I gave you power.” “You cursed me.” She smiled. “Is there a difference?” Her words coiled through the clearing, and the shadows surged, swallowing the light. For a heartbeat, I saw faces—men, women, wolves—all bound in chains of bone. Their mouths opened in silent screams. And at their center, a colossal shape stirred. The Serpent God. The White Serpent’s voice became a hymn, echoing through the forest. “Rise, and remember your blood.”

"I've been looking for you for twenty-seven years." I found out later that serpents have an instinct to mark their destined mates. After coming of age, they're driven to seek out a specific scent that belongs to them alone. No one expected that Victor would feel nothing for any female shifter, and that he'd find what he was looking for in a dirty corner of a human city. He told me that in that moment, twenty-seven years of restless, churning blood went still. "Marry me, Cassandra. I'll give you everything."

Every single Vodell soldier lay groaning or unconscious on the ground, their flesh marked by the deep, dark bites of the Púca—each one now infected with the exact same suffocating, nightmare-inducing curse that bound Commander Kado. ​The massive body of the grand serpent slithered over the blood-soaked grass, moving with eerie, silent grace until it stood directly in front of Lord Aaron. ​The aged diplomat was paralyzed, his heart hammering violently against his ribs as the colossal serpent head moved slowly down, hovering until its slit-pupiled, burning golden eyes were directly at eye level with Aaron’s pale face. ​"Tell your King that Leia is MINE," Malakai’s voice boomed, forcing a terri

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.