Horned Serpent Ilvermorny Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vaerion lit the chandeliers in a soft golden hue in welcome. We snagged a table, inhaled some suspiciously tasty food, and tried not to murder anyone while the Headmaster droned through a speech that could've used... editing. Then it was time. House sorting. Each student approached the massive enchanted mirror. It didn’t just reflect you, it showed your essence. And then, glowing script would declare your house. Aster went first. She stepped up with her chin held high, shoulders straight, and eyes nervous. The mirror shimmered, burst into a swirl of pink and gold, and declared in elegant script:

Some tried to climb up the walls of that receptacle; some others crawled along the floor, while others rolled up and entwined with each other to form a mesh of vipers. A stone chapel surrounded by a pit from where hot smoke and ashes emanated rose at the very center of that depression. That pit was the mouth of the Oracle. A narrow hanging bridge made of wood logs tied up by hemp ropes, allowed the access to the chapel from the side of the esplanade. A pedestal of pink granite rose in front of the door of the chapel, upon which the Golden Serpent and its gems rested. The other three clans had already arrived, placing each one at one side of the pyramid, according to a cardinal point that est

The serpent glared at the human, wondering why it was feeling such a sense of terror only to shriek when it notice what Mona was hiding was a serpent’s egg! HISS The serpent’s mouth snapped open widely and its eyes that were once in the color of golden quickly and slowly changed into bright purple. Mona could feel the change and yelled at Shawn, “Soon!” “I am ready!” Starvos shouted back, seeing how the serpent’s eyes had turned purple he yelled, “Everyone turn your eyes away! Don’t look at its eyes!” The sorcerers managed to follow Starvos’s words and Starvos himself began to close his eyes, using only his sharp scent to follow the location of the serpent.

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

"You mean kill me, don’t you?" Morgana’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "A mere human who doesn’t even know a speck of sorcery? Dying here should be considered an honor for you." Before her words had fully settled in the air, a massive serpent slithered out from behind her. It was a monstrous creature, towering at least twice Leon’s height. Its body was covered in iridescent dark purple scales, each scale oozing a thick, viscous liquid that reeked of decay. The serpent flicked its crimson tongue, its slitted eyes locked onto Leon with cold precision, moving slowly but deliberately, muscles coiled with lethal intent.

The main atrium was dead silent when Headmistress Elira entered. Tall, silver-haired, with eyes as pale as ice and twice as cold, she walked like someone who owned every inch of air between each breath. She wore a dark blue coat, buttoned to the throat, with no ornament except the black emblem stitched at her collar—a broken hourglass, the symbol of temporal binding. It was a warning. “Students,” Elira spoke, voice sharp as cut glass, “you have heard… rumors.” Every student stiffened. “Some among you have shown signs of instability. Dream leakage. Unregulated magic.”

My eyes cast over the battle and see Kellen and Lamia advancing on Aodh who finally moves, pulling a long staff from his back. Giant horns curl out from the helmet he wears, spikes littering the black armor across his body. With eyes as red as rubies they latch onto Lamia and Kellen, lowering the black staff he points it towards my friends, the green stone that sits on the top between two prongs that look like barbed thorn branches begins to brighten, its glow becoming heavy. Leneve and Morgan desperately try to cease whatever spell the sorceress is casting over the dark army to reanimate them.

Then suddenly it turned cold again. And I shot back to reality sharply as the feeling of ice cold water penetrated my nose and eyes. The taste of copper on my tongue was jarring. I coughed uncontrollably trying to ease the tightness in my chest by breathing deeper. "Dante," Nero's voice was a deep baritone akin to the sound of rolling thunder. The sound of his voice made me aware, so painfully aware of how fucked up a situation I was now in. How the fuck did he know my name?

As she had noticed me trying to say the spell correctly. The woman's voice repeated the incantation, guiding me through its intricate nuances. Slowly, I began to mutter the words, their weight settling upon my tongue. " Vendrevious mgeheridous," With each utterance, the air around us crackled with energy, and my amulet began to glow with increasing intensity. As the final syllable left my lips, Rona's eyes widened in astonishment. My amulet radiated a blinding light, illuminating the room and revealing an image suspended within the glow. It was Rurac, his eyes filled with determination, poring over a massive book that looked quite old and dusty.