Harry Potter Basilisk Familiar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Instead, it was a part of me; we were one and the same. I would still live an immortal life, only having one enemy that could stop me from ever being reborn, permanently ending my life. A Basilisk. A venous snake shifter that, like me, was rare, most believed them to be extinct. But now that I existed, one would be born, if not already—the universe now having to find balance in all forms. It was mindblowing the things I had already read about. For example, I could enchant items with my flames, similar to everlasting fire. But unlike everlasting fire, I couldn't break wards or spells with it, only strengthen things.

“Don’t try that with me! I know there’s something wrong with you, isn’t there. You were changing. You were changing—I saw your wings come out and your face was changing, your hands, the scales—but you couldn’t keep the form. That’s why we fell. Tell me!” He grimaced, and she noticed then the rattling of his breath, how hard he had to fight to stay sitting up. “It’s the basilisk poison,” he rasped. “I thought I’d healed enough that it wouldn’t interfere with today, but there must have been enough left inside me to do this. I didn’t realize until I tried to shift. I’ve made a mistake.”

' I mentally warmed myself. "Kill her!" Rubi screamed. In a second the giant serpent strikes at me with its poisonous fangs, I quickly jump out of harm's way. It paused, narrowing on me like a predator fixed on its prey. My spells were useless against the basilisk. It slithered quickly around me, wrapping around me tightly, squeezing out all the air in me. I groan as I feel my bones crush. I groaned, feeling a power within me, reigniting me.

Apparently, when she was trying to follow me she put her hand against a tree without noticing the basilisk resting there. “I don’t know how to and I don’t think we have enough time to gather the ingredients.” The basilisk is a fearsome creature native to this forest. At rare occasions, they wander inside the village looking for food, so the Mothers made sure to teach us about them. They do not attack elves unless they feel threatened, but once they do, a single bite is enough to poison an adult to dead. Their most distinctive trait is the putrid smell of their venom. “I… can’t… feel my… legs…”

and said,“It’s starting already.” I asked, “What did you do?” “Nothing much other than disrupting the boundary spell around the pack.” She laughed. No. No. No. The pack was totally exposed to attacks from outside its boundaries because the protection spell had been broken, oh gods. However, why? How could she possibly do that? I heard a huge crash as the falling ball of fire struck the witches’ apartments.The witches’ lodgings had burned to the ground. I pulled out my dagger and pointed it at Rubi’s throat, holding on to it fiercely. “You bloody traitor!” I was about to murder her, but Rubi’s crazed laughing made me change my mind. I was curious to find out what was making her laugh, so I i

“Roar” With a loud roar Aiden announced his presence and reminded the basilisk of what was coming. The eyes of the Dusk Basilisk were filled with wariness upon seeing Aiden’s change. It slithered backwards slightly and forked out its tongue to release a feeble hiss. “Oh no you don’t,” Aiden’s eyes flashed with understanding upon seeing the snake’s movements. He hadn’t seen it before, but when the Dusk Basilisk made its move right now, it had exposed a large hole behind it. The hole was large enough to accommodate the large body of the Dusk Basilisk. Aiden swiftly noticed a few more of such holes all around him. They were likely dug by the basilisk and were connected. It was the damn beast’s

After all, they had the Watcher’s Lantern that would not run out of glow. “Come on out, Basil,” Zen smiled. For the first time in forever, he could finally check out the prize he received from clearing the Egg Hunt. The baby basilisk materialised for the first time, and already, Zen was in love. Meeting Basil was different from summoning Lime. The little basilisk wasn’t round or squishy, but it had its unique charm. Like all babies, it was adorable. “I thought you would appear like a hybrid rooster,” Zen mused as the serpent coiled around his wrist and licked his face with its flicking tongue. It had large yellow eyes that glowed in the dark, and Zen wondered if he was immune to its petrific