Reins Of The Heavenly Onyx Cloud Serpent 소설 & 이야기

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!"

Shockwaves ripped across the battlefield. The Ancients screamed as their power collapsed. And above the world The moon was whole again. Seraphine felt the ritual release them. The storm vanished instantly. Her strength disappeared with it. She collapsed forward. The immortal caught her before she hit the ground. The sky slowly returned to normal. Clouds drifted. Wind returned. And the restored moon glowed peacefully overhead. Across the battlefield, stunned warriors stared upward. They had done it. The moon was reborn. But high above them

The molten dragon loomed before them, a swirling mass of fire and shadow, its scales glinting with molten gold and deep crimson. Its roar rattled the mountains, shaking loose fragments of rock that clattered down the jagged slopes. The air shimmered with heat and raw magic, the pulse of the Veil vibrating through every stone and every heartbeat. Luna raised her hands, summoning the moons’ power. The Fallen Moon’s silver glow intertwined with the Moon of Tides, forming a radiant barrier around her and the team. Sparks of blue and gold danced along her arms, ready to strike back at the molten serpent.

I moved. I stepped behind the stranger, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as my body sought shelter where my mind hadn’t yet caught up. My brother’s hostility burned too close too familiar. The stranger didn’t push me away. “Ryder,” he said calmly, without looking at Nicholas. “Loworth Ryder of New Orleans.” The name rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “Are you a warrior?” I whispered, my voice barely holding. “You’ll find out soon,” he replied coolly. Then quieter meant only for me, “Prey eye.”

I desperately tried to gather my power to fight back, but my weakened body couldn't summon anything. The beast's venomous fangs were about to close around my throat. Crack! Massive bolts of purple lightning suddenly crashed down from the sky. The hound was struck and howled in agony as it disintegrated into ash. A squad of Olympian enforcers in silver armor descended from the lightning and surrounded the entire plaza. Their commander's face was cold and stern, his gaze locked on Chloe cowering behind Apollo. "A mortal-blooded creature dared to touch the suppression runes and summon a beast from the Abyss."

he said, "I feel nothing for Althea. I only wish to spend this life and the next at the side of the First Princess, Seraphine." Gasps echoed through the crowd. My father's face darkened. Everyone knew the black serpent clan carried a diluted bloodline, part dragon but not pure. By the Phoenix Court's rules, Nyxar had no right to even stand here. It was only because I favored him—because I insisted on choosing him—that he was allowed this opportunity at all. And now, at this important ceremony, he humiliated me before everyone. When his cold, hateful eyes met mine, I understood—he had been reborn too.

“If that’s true, then why does everyone keep trying to control me?” “Because power corrupts,” Selene’s voice whispered suddenly, her spectral form appearing beside Bryan. “Even those who seek to wield it for good reasons. Trust no one—not even yourself.” Before Jessica could respond, the fortress shuddered violently, and from the ceiling descended a massive serpent-like creature composed entirely of shadow and smoke. Its eyes burned with crimson fire as it slithered downward, blocking their escape. “This is new,” Lucas muttered dryly, gripping his dagger tighter. “It’s not new,” Selene corrected grimly. “This is the guardian—a manifestation of the ley lines’ power. It won’t let us leave with

Ava stepped outside the temple just as a silver bolt of lightning split the sky—and a figure appeared at the altar stones. Cloaked in smoke. Crowned in starlight. Not wolf. Not mortal. But divine. —THE GOD OF FATE The being did not bow. Did not speak. He simply appeared. Ava stepped forward, eyes blazing. “You’re one of them,” she whispered. “A Moon God.” The figure nodded once. “I am Oryn. Keeper of Balance. Guardian of the Trials.” “And you have broken the scale.” —THE JUDGMENT “You were not meant to survive the fire,” Oryn said.

Each death ignited more embers in Rayden’s body. Below, Anya saw the sky turn white, tears streaming down her face. “He’s really burning himself alive.” Orion gripped the trembling earth, whispering, “To seal the heavens.” Rayden’s body cracked, skin splitting to reveal light underneath. War God blood and dragon force spun within him, swirling like two suns. He felt everything, every soul, every sin, every desire that had ever ignited a world. And amid all of it, he found a small voice.

It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness. In truth, the Blood of Essence of Echidna's descendants could never bring anyone back from the dead. Jonathan had been deceived. I had seen it with my own eyes. The prayer beads glowed gold, and Anna's face glowed too. It was something only I could see after my apotheosis. Of course, the mage could never raise the dead. At best, it could grant a brief return, letting life flicker for one last time. But… That wasn't nearly enough for me.