Mythical Creature Basilisk Novels & Stories

Right in front of me, a snow basilisk was baring its fangs, venom and poison dripping from its jaws. I flinched at the sight of the green-scaled monster and bolted in the opposite direction, only to realize I couldn’t outrun a reptile that owned this territory. I’d have to zig-zag if I wanted any chance, but that would drain me fast. Snow basilisks were specially mutated creatures that had adapted to all kinds of environments. This one was a master hunter, with a kill rate around ninety-seven percent. My heart hammered against my ribs. It was big, but only came up to my chest, perfectly suited for this terrain. The thought of their usual massive size made my skin crawl even more.

I said moving backward and placing my hand in front of me. "Shout, you say. Remember that you are nothing but a hybrid werewolf with a bloody scent cursed by the goddess herself to all the inhabitants of this pack. No one will come to your rescue. They will think it's a good thing that you're gone." He said moving closer, his eyes were red. I moved backward and my back came in contact with the wall. He immediately placed his hand on the wall, beside me. I was trapped.

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.

I wipe the blood on the sleeve of my shirt before raising it against the torch and hoping to see the reflection. My breath gets caught in my throat as soon as I see the reflection of the creature. The word humongous isn’t enough to describe it. It’s bigger than humongous. Its’ body is slithering by the lake’s bank as it cries in pain. The basilisk is thrashing its head around. Its head looks like a rooster but covered with dark green scales. It has a blunt beak that opens to reveal sharp canines that promise to pierce through anything and everything. Several scales are standing tall above its head like the mane of a rooster but they look sharp and dangerous.

The content of the pouch was a black powder which surprisingly didn’t stain her hand. “How lucky. It isn’t every day that one obtains a Basilisk's breath” The Basilisk was one of the numerous monsters that lived in the forest of damnation. It was dangerous to kill, even for a knight, especially with its poison gaze and breath. Obtaining it without the help of the fairy queen would’ve been too hard for her.

Basilisk Basilisk in Greek mythology is the king of reptiles ( serpent ), when described in the form of a snake, or lizard, with a skull protrusion on the forehead. it is said that anyone who sees his eyes will die (in the sequel to harry poter's chamber secret) 45. Goblin Goblin is a kind of supernatural creature/Jin that appears in fairy tales and fantasy fiction stories. They have a height ranging from 30 cm to 2 m. Usually, their skin is green.

The palace of the Cumoreen Basilisk Clan rose from a bedrock of hammered black basalt, each block fitted like a jawbone into the next, as if the earth itself had been clenched. The palace was no simple fortress. It uncoiled like a sleeping leviathan, broad enough to blot out mountains, terraces piled like vertebrae, domes hewn from translucent green crystal that winked in the sunlight. The entry colonnades gleamed with deep lapis pillars, banded with spiraling runes that they swirled in a hypnotic spiral. The pillars coiled into serpentine shapes that hissed softly as though alive and fountains poured from sculpted serpent mouths into gilded basins, perfumed with jasmine. Inside, the elders’

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

She whispers, licking her lips and slithering closer to me, "I could sense your power the moment you flew above the Lethe, but I didn't realize the extent of it. Tell me, young prince, how is it one of the four heirs is stronger than the ruling Kings." The basilisks slither, slightly different than the Medusa's, is getting closer to me, the noise coming a few yards behind me. Not even bothering to look behind me, I send the full force of my flames in that direction, knowing that any being of the Underworld would be safe from their heat. I can smell the roasting skin of the snake before I hear its screams of pain. I take in the terror that passes over Medusa's face. "Impossible." She hisses,

"And don't dodge the question. What was that thing?" "That," he said, gesturing in the direction the creature had disappeared, "was a basilisk. Relatively young one, judging by its size." He looked her up and down, his gaze lingering in a way that made her pulse quicken. "You're lucky I was here. Their gaze can paralyze most creatures." "But not you," she observed. "No," he agreed. "Not me." Dante gestured to the shimmering forest around them, the movement drawing her attention to the strong line of his jaw and the way his shoulders filled out his simple black tunic.