Horned Serpent Ilvermorny Novels & Stories

"And we're just going to whip up a spell, is that it? As if it were a recipe for banana bread? Are you sure there are such ingredients exist in our world?" Then they heard a papery sound coming from the wingless serpent, who was wiggling her way out of a mountain of gold coins. They went to her. "Gentle ladies...I cannot help you. But"— the serpent looked up at them pleadingly — "there is something you should have." The creature pulled out a crown set with walnut-sized diamonds. "Oh no, not this one..." the serpent said then dived back into the pile headfirst and emerged with what looked like a gem-encased staff or scepter. "Not this one either—ah there it is."

"I need you to help me learn how to use my magic. According to the testing Iron Serpent did, I carr - " Her face went white, the dark blue of her eyes stark in comparison. "Iron Serpent is here?" Well, shitballs. "Yeah, they're here." She shook her head, her rainbow and black hair fluttering with the movement. "That cannot be. They are an Earth order. They were contained. We contained them." "Okay, I'm going to need a little more information than that." "Iron Serpent, on Earth at least, wanted nothing more than to ascend into the power of the gods. They stopped at nothing to drain every person and the world itself of its magic. Those that held magic from my siblings were discovered and sipho

Melantha gasped immediately she heard a growl and she looked up. Her elbows weakened and so did her knees as she sat on the horse, the reins falling off. "REVERTIO, TENEbrae ABSTERO, SANCTUS REHABILITUS!" Melantha heard the chant of the sorcerer and she quickly got down from the horse. She ran to a corner where she could see things properly to hide and she hid. Just at that moment, she saw a female running towards the scene and she squinted her eyes to see properly.

I said in a slow voice trying to charm the serpent, but it seemed like the reptile became furious with my attempts to enchant him, the serpent hissed angrily and even attempted to strike me twice but i managed to move out of the serpents line of attack, but the serpent third attempt almost hit my child in the basket, just a whisker away from the baby’s leg, this made my baby cry out and drawing attention towards us, but the serpent won’t just go away, it curls 360 degrees to face his preys once again but this time he bolsters his body sucking more poison to his head as he prepared to land his final fatal blow “ardeat in cinerem, creatura tenebrarum” i said with an intense look on my face, cu

It was the dominus they had spoken of. Before me stood a behemoth serpent, adorned with dark and silver scales that gleamed in the feeble light. Two massive, ram-like horns adorned its head, accompanied by four pairs of smaller horns that crowned its serpentine form. Its fiery eyes bore into me as it circled my prone body, causing a fresh wave of tremors to rack my form. Fear seized me, plunging me into a shivering abyss. Cold gripped me, gnawing at my very core. My sweat-slicked skin prickled with goosebumps, and the smell of blood mixed with sweat clung to me like a macabre perfume.

He does this same thing up until he reaches the fire prince himself. Within his left hand is a jar and it shakes in an erratic manner. This catches the eyes of the headmaster and he propels his hand over the body of Troy. The headmaster grins at what he feels. The color of his power changes from the dim purple to black. A voice of excitement reaches his throat. “Ah, this is the one, the Fray’s boy.” Quickly, the man latches his hand along the lid of the dark jar and twists it open. He sets the top of the jar down on the stone table and then teaches his hand within the jar. A long serpent wraps around his arm. One that has black scales and is faceless. Long and tired blue orbs look back at Ad

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"well he is correct, there is no way they won't be a few hint in the ritual, it is only that they seems to be a reason while they are not following the hint, professor Snapes said. At the time of the ritual it was believed that almost all the kid that was involved as far as they could talk recited something that seems to be an incantation, after so many years i have analyzed the incantation and have pick up clues that am sure the higher up should have picked but didn't want to use. Listen to this incantation and pick out the word that is repeated most, professor Snapes said as he began reciting. "aurora boralis thou great aurora, my spirit recides in a world of rest, i am a cut through hist

Oswic who at once sprang to his feet - way too agile for a two hundred year old, and pointed the wand at the tyronimic that was regaining its cannibalistic nature. “Severortis Tormenetus!” Everyone that was a spectator of the odd events that wrecked their doctrines, faith, ideologies and philosophy held their breathes as there was no physical evidence to Sir. Oswic's charm. The tyronimic, though, began to let out horrendous growls as it jumped from left to right before slamming one of its triple heads on the ground, threatening to cause a deep crack in it. “That spell! - causes the victim - to go delirious.” The people gasped and were taken by the oration from Sir. Oswic.

He used a ‘Fierce Charge spell’, that was like being caught in the wake of a freight train. The wind pressure alone almost knocked me flat. Aries slammed into another stone boulder behind us, it’s surface shattering into dust instantly. If that had hit us, there wouldn’t be anything left of us, “He’s too fast!” Pelin cried out, scrambling to her feet. “Manolya, his horns!” The obsidian spirals began to glow a sickly, molten orange and became ‘Fiery Horns’. The air around the ram began to shimmer with intense heat, turning the fog into scalding steam.