Harry Potter Snake Name Novels & Stories

Half of it was raised out of the water and it seemed to give off a slight glow as it slithered towards them on the water’s surface. On any other occasion, Cory would have jumped up and ran if she saw a giant glowing blue snake come out of a lake but she trusted that Hayden would not put them in too much danger. “You called,” the snake’s refined voice rasped at Hayden. Cory realised it was female. “Yep,” said Hayden. “I wanted you to meet someone. This is Cory,” he said indicating to her. “Pleasure,” hissed the snake, “I’m Averina.”

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

It lumbered closer to her, nudging her up from the ground with it’s large head. It’s eyes seemed to plead with her. Madchen couldn’t take her eyes off him, it had to be a boy she just knew. Instead of being terrified, she felt strangely safe and comforted. She reached a shaky hand to his nose, and the dragon bent his head allowing her to touch him. “D,Drago?” she whispered. The dragon purred as she rubbed his nose. He closed his eyes in contentment as smoke bellowed from his nostrils. Madchen watched in amazement as Drago appeared before her, in all his naked glory.Before she could move, he had her wrapped safely in his arms.

The snake's voice echoed inside Fyn's mind. "The master's name, is Kavan."

The Black Mamba's body writhed violently before going completely dead. The toxic beast that had claimed countless lives for the Cassanos was finally dead. Seeing her beloved pet slaughtered, Caroline went feral. Snatching a jagged bottle off a table, she lunged at my face like a maniac. "You bitch! You killed my snake! I'll kill you!" This time, I didn't dodge. I grabbed her wrist, twisted it hard, snatched a bottle of high-proof vodka off the table, and splashed it right onto her neck!

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.

Meph wanted to pull the little snake’s head out of the screen to teach him a good lesson, “I’m reporting you!” “You can’t. You agreed to the deal I proposed, and a contract was formed.” The snake shook his snake head, this time not scared at all, “and please don’t call me ‘system’. I have a name. I’m Messiah.” Meph almost laughed at the snake’s ridiculous shamelessness. That name actually meant something in the Magic Age!

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Inside, coiled elegantly around a smooth branch, was a beautiful, slender corn snake, its scales like liquid amber and chestnut. The boy…Lukas…who rarely smiled, felt a grin split his face. It was a real, bright thing that made his mother pause in the doorway. He was transfixed. “I’m naming it… Zhedya,” he announced, his eyes never leaving the creature. “Is that even a real name?” his mother asked, her nose wrinkling slightly. “It suits him. I just made it up, because it does,” Lukas replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

They were doing just that—stepping so carefully on the grassy ground. But halfway there, Aceli suddenly stopped—she was hard to guide, so Pandora decided it was only natural to wait until Aceli was ready again. “There’s a snake, Sister Panda.” The little girl bent down, her tiny hand nearly brushing the head of the snake—scaly, somewhat small, and asymmetrical. The snake was long, fairly thick, with a ridged back. A highly venomous cobra. It would be dangerous if Pandora let Aceli get too close.