Ilvermorny Horned Serpent Novels & Stories

"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.

“Maleficent! Maleficent!” The scratchy voice of the horned being, Levi, chasing at the flying Maleficent resonated inside the portal. Since he was inside the domain of another Halfling, Levi could not conjure Basilisk to make the latter his transport since he did not get any wings. “What an idiot,” said Merlin. He dashed past Levi with a smug expression as he rode a pentagram that was emitting a bright purple aura. Merlin was stepping on it as it took him closer to Maleficent.

"Open!" Gideon shouted, breaking through the thick wall of white steam. His eyes glowed with a soft golden hue, revealing a massive creature over a thousand feet long thrashing wildly. "Damn!" he exclaimed in surprise. "No. This isn't a serpent!" Gideon focused intently, realizing his mistake. The creature, covered in dark cyan scales, had three claws on its abdomen. Its head was a bizarre blend of a horse and a lion, topped with a single black horn.

“You still haven’t been called to summon. Maybe you’ll get nothing, too. Let’s see if you can still joke after that.” Kilvic had never seen his friend’s face pale any faster. Moss’ summoning went as smoothly as was expected. When the smoke cleared it revealed a horned blue frog the size of a full gown man’s torso. A Denbraeti. Its poison was potent enough to kill a full grown man in a day, effect paralysis in a mage of their standing and stun a master mage for enough seconds to turn the tide of a fight. Moss seemed pleased as he staggered back.

the creature let out a horrible laugh, "You ask what I am? Can't you see clearly? I'm me!" Phoenix felt this beast was deliberately being difficult. He was well aware that there were some beasts who hadn't entered into the record since they never showed up to fight anybody. But the fact that Silgioth ranked top among the beasts in this forest was indisputable. Yet, merely looking at this strange creature in front of him that had three long glowing rose-red horns on its serpentlike head, gold eyes and a scintillating Aegean blue body, he could sense that using his hands and feet to fight against this unidentified creature could only have one result- death. If he stubbornly tried to fight it p

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Just then, two cold, sinister voices sounded from the entrance. Chase's blurry vision caught the silhouettes of a massive serpent and a towering bear slithering into the chamber. "What the—" His eyes widened in sheer terror. He had never expected this ancient cave to harbor not just one but two more martial god demonic monsters. One was an enormous golden-patterned serpent king, and its thick body resembled the trunk of a giant tree. Its entire form was covered in dense, razor-sharp scales, making it impervious to ordinary weapons. The serpent's terrifying ability lay in its long-range attacks, making it an incredibly deadly predator.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.