Orochimarus Novels & Stories

Grub said, his face pinching in confusion, “Grub only see lizards eat bugs, never see one fight. We not have big bugs for lizard to eat.” “We will handle its requirements,” Kiri sighed, shaking her head. “They are related to what you would know as a sea iguananos.” “Rex has a land-type marmarok?” Grub asked, his eyes widening as he looked at Rex and the pogona. “I don’t know what that is, but whatever your sea-faring lizards are called, this is a distant relation to that creature,” Kiri sighed, beginning to get irritated at the constant disturbance of something she thought impossible. “Now be silent you impossible man, I do not wish to miss any more of this.”

It’s impossible unless there’s some magic in it. “Both of you must be wondering how it would happen because there’s no way it would.” He responded calmly with a smile. “So...” I trailed off as Harry glances at me. “Why did it happen?” “There’s a story behind it.” Cortèz states and it instantly made me curious. “In ancient times, thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a deity called Olca and she was the keeper of that volcano. Olca was lonely in her volcano and had no one there with her because the volcano was surrounded by the huge sea. Until she met the human who took the risk to visit the volcano. He was a mountaineer from the island of Maui and he was Luahu. His name in Mauian la

Maybe he has a harem, maybe he marries them, I don't know. "You don't know?" "Well... I... I... th... I think he kills them." the man replied. Shawn said, "Get up and take me to Maka." "No, Maka is very dangerous; they have arrows and spears, and they are all poisonous. Going there is a suicide mission, even with your guns, they have traps laid out in different places, and their gate is very strong. They have a very sturdy gate; the gate does not open without Maka's consent."

He carried the water-bearer’s cup, a jug of finely crafted clay, decorated with rich blue and white hues. Then, beneath the ripples of water at the foot of the mountain, something else moved. A dark, elongated shadow. Pisces. A giant oarfish over twenty meters long, the beast glided effortlessly through the waves, its silver body gleaming under the light, marked with deep red stripes and scattered black dots. Its head was crowned with a crimson crest that slanted down its spine, tapering into a thin, rippling tail. It moved with an eerie fluidity that defied its massive size.

When he woke, he was always alone. Far away, across an ocean, the mountain shuddered. A crack split the side of a cave sealed for three millennia. Dust cascaded. Rocks shifted. Inside, a skeleton stirred. Goat’s skull. Lion’s fangs. Serpent’s tail. Fused together by ancient fire. The Chimera. Its spine arched. Bones clattered like drums. Hollow lungs filled not with air but with hate. And its eyes — three burning coals — flared open. The name travelled on the wind, across seas, into the marrow of the world.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton