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“Holy Hell, it’s Medusa!” Lyric giggled. “You watch too much TV. There’s no Medusa.” The noise rang out through the tunnel again, closer this time. Realizing it didn’t do much good to keep themselves in the dark if they were discovered, Ru lit her hand. Standing about five feet in front of them in the narrow passage, her neck craned so that she’d fit beneath the eight-foot ceiling, her tail curled up beside her, and her hair reaching and slithering out in all directions, Ru saw a face that had haunted her dreams as a child. Gaunt and white, with blood red lips, a serpent’s tongue sliding out from between sharpened teeth, and scarlet eyes, she peered at them, ready to strike.

His white shirt got wet by the water making it transperant at the chest area and his hair. Medusa's always been so obsessed with Eros since childhood. Medusa's mom being close to his mother sure did make Medusa to be friends with Eros since kindergarten, her mom being dead in a car crash along with Eros's mother brought them closer. Or she was the only one who thought they were close. Since then Medusa became more possessed about her friend which later turned into an obsession as the days passed. (Present Kiara's pov) "Now how I'm supposed to show everyone that I've changed. Damn it, why is Medusa so shady and darn cruel. She's a psycho." I cursed out loud wailing at my pathetic fate of bein

It seemed she was all bark and no bite after all. Just as Melissa's was about to lose consciousness, she made one final prayer. “Let the perpetuators of her murder burn in her with her." The room fell deadly silent. Medusa stood before Melissa's stature. She slowly traced a line line over Melissa's temple— a flash of awe crossing her eyes as she admired her latest masterpiece. Indeed Melissa's stature was a sculpture like no other for her, her eyes showed arrogant — the strong will of a survival, but yet there was a teardrop beneath her left eye — tears from fear, or maybe lost.

The mermaid takes in the sight before her, carefully studying their features. The blonde merman's eyes widen as he meets Nerissa's gaze, his expression a mix of astonishment and uncertainty. His once familiar face now holds a certain elegance, enhanced by his flowing golden hair and the vibrant hues of his tail. The intricate green stripes along his tail shimmer in the gentle underwater light, adding to his ethereal appearance.

Seeing how Theresa quizzically stared at her, the girl shot her a warm smile and said, "I'm Medea, I am also a ward of the alpha." Theresa smiled back, finally glad that at least she had managed to earn herself a lycan friend. "I'm Theresa." "I know who you are," Medea quickly said. "I mean... I saw the whole thing...I was outside…” she explained when she saw the confused look on Theresa’s face. “I am not really a fan of crowded places…” after Theresa nodded in understanding, Medea asked, “So you really do heal creatures?" Theresa nodded. "Yes."

Both Valeria and Mrs Shiella let out a gasp of surprise. "Goodness! You did?" "Hmm!" He opened the drawing, Valeria and Mrs Shiella couldn't help but peep at the book. Indeed, it was a drawing, a thin drawing with hands and feet, loosely drawn, the hair which was supposed to be grandma's looked like that of Medusa in Clash of the Titans. "Phew!" Valeria heaved silently so Fref wouldn't notice. "Wow... Is that really me?" Mrs Shiella asked, staring at the drawing with a crinkled nose.

I walk round and then I noticed shisu I walk up to her and saw how asd she was. What appear shisu you appear so unhappy what the issue. She look at me before speaking.. My queen the evil that give up us lengthy earlier than has manifest. many life will be lost as soon as again if we do not end it… Then who is this evil you communicate of, I ask her. Her title is medusa a princess of the Underworld, she has felt the strength of the Alpha and has come to take it, now my queen you do not need worry I will protect you and the Alpha..

With each desperate and failed attempt to steal my power, she inched closer to me, getting as close as my flames would allow her, before finally stopping. "You taste different than I expected," Medusa states, her tongue licking my flames, a burning hole appearing and then disappearing just as quickly as it had appeared when she pulled away from the flame. "And how would you expect a God of the Underworld to taste?" I ask, trying to hide my shock at her healing ability while gaining the knowledge that my flames won't work against her and calling upon the shield of my mother's people, a shield of purity. "You taste like..." She takes a deep breath inhaling my scent before licking my flame agai

His eyes accepted the blue of lightning as his pupils disappeared, and although there was no wind, his robe fluttered from the strong force he had summoned "What an interesting man," Medusa giggled charmingly as she escaped her husband's laps and walked towards Indra, undaunted by the strong power Indra was emanating. Her eyes turned pink as several large serpents materialised around her with a loud roar. *Roar* Medusa seductively licked her lips and kept her eyes fixed on Indra. Seeing that she had his full attention, she mouthed out, "Hehe...make this entertaining for me."

Except for the low whine of the Anomaly, everything and everyone has fallen silent. The wait seems interminable, but in reality is probably no more than ten or fifteen seconds. A tall form explodes out of the blackness, almost as if shoved forward by the forces inside the portal. The thing halts for a split second. It’s human in shape, at least eight feet tall, and unmistakably female. Her slender, full-breasted body is covered in dark green scales. What catches my attention most, though, are the dozens of slimy green snakes writhing from her head, hissing loudly as their tongues flick in and out of gaping mouths. I recognize this dangerous creature from mythology books—it’s a medusa.