Horned Serpent Ilvermorny Mga Nobela at Kwento

12 - Killian Wilde [The Archer] ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽ ➽─────────────────────────────────────➽ Team #2: The Amethyst Serpents (Represents the House of Wanderlusters) — { The school's official emblem combined with a serpent is a symbol of wisdom but also temptation. These cunning students slip through the competition, trailing their prey with silent tenacity as they watch from the edges, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and subdue with ruthless efficiency. They vowed to achieved their goals by any means, as they see what others miss under the cloak of darkness. } Players for this Team: ➽ Student No. 1 - Serene Lanthe [The Chainblader]

Their presence commanded attention, and I watched in awe as they raised a hand, their voice barely above a whisper, invoking a spell that hung in the air like a delicate thread. "Verbera tenebris, inlustra lumen, Vincula daemonum, contere nexus. Tenebris eximo, lucem adfero, Exaudi veritatem, verbera potestatem." As Draco's incantation reached its crescendo, a surge of energy crackled around him, casting an ethereal glow upon his figure. With a flick of his wrist, Draco unleashed a spell, directed at the monstrous form of Malia.

Lokabrenna, the Northern Pole Star, fired like an elven mirror, breaking the foggy dew. We could see the burbling of Jormungand’s heart. “Heh,” Yola laughed slightly, then dove with her scimitar to subdue the beast. Jarnja gave a war cry, following swiftly. Gullinkmabi crowed as I clung to his back, weaving a net of blood, ice, and thunderstruck starlight. “Crap!” I cried, sliding from Gullinkambi’s back. My ladies were too far gone, fighting the Serpent Beast.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

Zephyr had intended to keep the beast within in perpetual slumber with his runes, but it would seem that using the Serpent was his only choice left. A specter of a Winged Serpent slowly appeared beside Zephyr, accompanied by a long, deep, growl. It emanated horrible energy. The Lizard changed its tune upon detecting the Serpent, showing fear and wary. After all, a mere Lizard was nothing compared to a Serpent. However, once it detected that the Serpent was nothing more than a specter, its expression changed to that of greed. As a seven-tiered beast, it was impossibly adept and smart. It did not waver at the conjured Serpent.

“...and after that, the sea serpent named Silisk was finally reunited with his beloved master. Lord Meruem.” I glanced down at the two children before me as I finished the story. Two girls. One had platinum blonde hair, and the other one had a pure white one. Though they look like sisters, twins even, they’re not. They’re just cousins.

The serpent drew more closer to her, very close and spit into her open mouth surprising Arabella who felt as if her tongue was on fire. "Don't pour it out Arabella, swallow his venom." Emerald ordered and Arabella swallowed it. The burning continued as it slid down her throat into her stomach, she closed her eyes, bending a little holding her stomach and groaning in pain. "It is done Emerald, take the dark soul to your place and allow her to rest so that my venom will circulate fully around her body." The serpent told the sorceress. "Yes my Lord." Emerald said bowing her head a little before the serpent.

As we get closer to the next village, I notice more people on the paths. They’re just not heading in any particular direction. “We’re here, we will just stop for food then keep going.” Corvu states. I nod, but looking around I don’t see any walls, gates or guards. In fact all I see is woodland covered completely in moss. The only thing that wasn’t covered in moss was the dirt path which some ago had turned into mostly sand. I watch Gecko riding in front, looking very excited to be exploring new lands. I put a hand to my chest and felt the amulet sitting beneath my tunic. I can’t believe such a small piece of jewelry causes so many problems. “See that boy?” Corvu asks me, pointing into the fo

“Then what is he trying to do? I’ve asked Earl. Other than the badges, he did not lose anything else.” Professor Shunks failed to understand the actions of the warlock. “Since the warlock did not harm the students nor steal any belongings other than the badges used in this test, could it be…” Professor Shunks had a scary thought, and he nervously looked at the schoolmaster and the other party frowned and hesitated before he said, “I know what you want to say. From these two encounters, it looks like the warlock could very well be a student from our Iridos. At this very moment, he is a participant in the test.”

I immediately shove that thought away. “Miss Veyne,” Headmaster Ravenwood says from the center platform. “Step forward.” I force my legs to move towards the center of the room, even though every instinct is screaming at me to turn around and run. The closer I get, the more overwhelming the room becomes. Magic presses from every direction. All four heirs radiating danger in their own way. Lorie Hawthorne stands near the burning rune symbol, dark curls cutting off at her shoulders as icy eyes sweep over me dismissively. She already looks irritated. Like my presence alone is inconveniencing her.