Ilvermorny Horned Serpent Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Fear gripped the Horc and the rest of them. “ His aura… it's overwhelming ” Dove mumbled. Where the Horc stood under it appeared a dark rune, from that rune dark shadowy hands crawled out and grabbed its legs. The Horc struggled but it was too strong. He ran toward it and sliced through the red gemstone in its chest, the Horc wailed as it burnt into ashes.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

We took the horses to the inn's meduim-sized stable and headed towards the inn's open double doors. I could hear loud laughter and cheers. I could even hear loud slurred singing. I walked closely beside Morph as three... men--not quite the right description because the man in the middle had hind limbs and the tail of a horse--Ha. He had long hair as dark as night and he grinned at me while the male beside him steadied him when he staggered again. I ogled the male's gold and green translucent wings and almost didn't catch the apologetic glance he threw my way for his drunk friend's attitude. I gave a curt nod and he smiled slightly, revealing two long canines that looked sharp. From the books

Second: Ashen tongue of a Drelvine Serpent. A serpentine predator that lives deep underground in the caves of the Obsidian Reaches. Blind, but it speaks in vibrations and lies. To extract its tongue is to take its voice, and that tongue, when burned, releases smoke that cleanses spells cast from hatred or jealousy. Handling it is fatal without proper enchantments. Third: Egg of a Nocturne Wyrm. Nocturne Wyrms are rare spectral creatures that lay eggs only during the darkest night of a thirty-year lunar cycle. Their unhatched offspring hold raw, undiluted moon energy. Consuming even a portion could burn away curses—but also memories tied to the magic.

Levi was heading towards the sea, and before they reached the shore, Arista heard the eerie howl of a monster. This howl echoed to the ends of the earth. Arista’s spirit suddenly became tense. “What else is there?” Ignoring her, when they passed through several large rocks blocking their view, Arista saw on the dark sea surface, whipped up by the wind, a giant serpent emerging halfway, towering on the shore. This serpent had a golden crown on its head, eyes as bright red as lanterns, a body thicker than three people hugging, and scales shining like blades. Arista was silently amazed. This... this couldn’t be the legendary serpent, could it?

The once impenetrable armor of scales and sinewy body now crumbled effortlessly beneath my mighty blow. Though the lifeless carcass emitted a putrid stench, I paid it no mind, for my focus was fixed on the precious prize concealed within. With deft precision, I delicately extracted the coveted object from the serpent's remains. Behold! In the palm of my hand rested a stone of extraordinary proportions, radiating an ethereal glow. It was none other than an Aura Stone.