Ilvermorny Horned Serpent Novels & Stories

voices cried in unison as heads turned upward. A silhouette emerged within the storm, slowly becoming clearer—a dark, menacing figure with fiery orange eyes and a cruel, predatory smile. His black, scale-like armor bore the crimson mark of a serpent across the chest, topped with a horned helm that declared him ruler of shadows. With clawed, inhuman hands and an aura of pure malice, he embodied the very essence of a serpent king born of darkness and fear. "Apophis," Maya whispered in horror. Then, spotting the witches, she screamed at the top of her lungs:"Stop them! They’re trying to release Apophis, the god of chaos! They’re feeding the chant with death itself!"

A great serpent appeared, it’s length unaccounted for, it’s color green, it’s mouth glistened with red and green liquid, a terrible sight. “A beast!” Zephyr immediately started to run. The beast was named Emerald Serpent, although it was a tier one beast, it’s strength was amazing, and very venomous. Just a drop was enough to kill a man. Moreover, the Serpent had iron-like scales. Unless the opponent was an Agility fighter, no one had any chance against it. The thought of the Serpent’s power only hastened Zephyr’s Lightfoot.

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.

"You did not just—okay, you weren't born in Luminozenko, so you don't know about this. It is an insult to call our Gods like Earth animals. In fact, we do not call magical creatures in our world animals but Magical Creatures. Hear me? Magical. Creatures. The word animal is for insults, okay?" I just nodded and let her continue her sermon. "And we call our Gods the Greater Arkamis. Yes, Faenice have wings, Levio and Lupos have ears and tails, and Sierpenti have a tail, fins, and gills—" "Hold on, fins and gills?!" I exclaimed. "Isn't he a Dragon? Isn't he supposed to have wings as well? Like, like the Manticore! The leathery wings! " Morris attempted to throw a crumpled cupcake paper cup from

Salem carefully lifted the top of the box and Kalista sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes fell on the terrible creature within. It was a three-headed serpent, scaly skin as dark as midnight. Its glowing red eyes glared at the two women above it. Strangely its eyes locked on Kalista and it shot out of the box, fangs exposed and aiming its strike for her. In the nick of time, Salem stepped in front of Kalista and the serpent froze, baring its fangs at the witch.

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.

I cut in, pulling lightning between my fingers until it danced like liquid silver fire. The first monster broke the surface—a serpentine creature with a barbed tail and glowing green eyes, its jaws opening wide enough to swallow a horse whole. And then everything happened at once. Alaric leapt forward like a storm-wrapped shadow, sword slicing downward in a clean, deliberate arc. Mana flared. The serpent hissed as the blade caught its scales, sending up a spray of sparks and dark blood. I raised my hand, lightning snapping outward toward the second creature just as it lunged for one of the knights stationed at our flank. The bolt hit center-mass, crackling through water and monster alike unt

This was Was-Serqet. From her bed, Anzi watched as Netra raised her spines and crept around the new hatchling on the floor. Serqet followed her progress, turning in place with slow shuffles as her wide claws clicked against the wood. Dark red, compact, covered in segmented armor from behind the frill all the way down her flanks and rump. An also-segmented tail that unmistakably resembled a scorpion’s, right down to the coiled curl and what could only be the nub of a growing stinger at its tip. It twitched and hovered over her back, staying pointed at Netra as the latter circled the younger dragon with a growing growl.

I made that command with a wave of my hand, and a strong ray of purple light circulated the deer, forcing out that red sparkling dust out from the animal’s body. Cadell saw the dust too. He immediately caught it in his hand and stared at it in shock, looking at me. That look in his eyes gave me my answer. It’s Sorceress Thelma. No wonder it looked familiar when it flew pass me. And the silver horn with poison on it? It looked so much like the sword Queen Chriselda held in my vision. Turning over to the innocent animal, I saw the deer staring at me, before giving a bow at my feet, permitting me to touch it.

And in that suspended moment, the blood flared. First, it glowed a dull red—but red sharpened to white-hot brilliance. The silver bowl cracked as smoke burst upward. It coalesced, thick and writhing, into a living serpent of magic and fury. Its hood flared as it hissed for release, molten with symbols that glowed golden where they brushed the stone. The serpent struck out, but slammed into the far wall of the dungeon. Concrete crackled as burning runes blossomed in its wake. Raya’s lungs froze. She felt her pulse pound, the rhythm of history bending around her.