Reins Of The Thundering Onyx Cloud Serpent Novels & Stories

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.

His eyes burned crimson. "Whore! What have you done?" "I did nothing! I did nothing!" Vania's face went white. Terror filled her eyes. Laughter rang through the hall. "Ha ha ha ha! The gods favor my Serpent Clan! A golden snake, born once in a century!" A man in dark robes stepped forward and carefully cradled the tiny serpent in his hands. "Prince Caspian of the Serpent Clan!" an elder of the dragon court recognized him. The man saw he had been exposed. He turned to flee, but King Theron raised his hand and cast a binding spell.

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

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!"

They exchanged nods—no time for fear. Thunder cracked. On the far ridge, black siege towers rolled, hauled by skeletal beasts bound in iron. Between them marched armored figures wreathed in violet haze. Above, clouds churned as if stirred by unseen claws. From the center of that maelstrom strode Orith, cloak billowing, runes cut across his skin burning with unholy flame.

To regain his strength, affecting his body so severely. No wonder he urged her to leave Mount Bandsasta quickly. If Lord Ewen were to discover his condition, the one seeking revenge would be Lord Ewen... Looking around, the serpent had carried them up into the clouds, surrounded by drifting mist, not even a bird in sight. Now she was carrying a body of clay. How could she take Levi away in this condition... While still pondering what to do, the serpent suddenly changed direction, plunging its head downward abruptly as it had done when flying up.

The snake hissed louder and reared up, its massive jaw opening, revealing rows of dagger-like teeth. Her voice deepened unnaturally. “I command you, creature of curse and earth—burn.” A force exploded from her body like lightning breaking free from clouds. Fire, dark as blood and bright as the sun, surged from her palms and wrapped around the serpent. It shrieked like a dying banshee as it writhed in agony. The flames danced along its body, coiling and tightening. In seconds, the monstrous anaconda fell, charred and disintegrating into the ash that now blew away on an unseen wind.

From deep within the earth, Fenris’s laughter rolled like thunder, chains snapping one after another. The sky split, crimson light pouring down. And Serena lifted her hands, shadows and silver weaving together into a storm that made the world itself shudder. The war for her soul was no longer coming. It had already begun.

muttered Claire. "I hope so. Perseus is the son of Zeus, the god of thunder. Supposedly, he inherited it," said Leon. He then spread his hand and blast! Huge lightning shot out of his hands, grabbing all the snakes in the dark passage. The snakes writhed, their hiss sounding like hiss of pain. After a while, the snakes dropped their heads on the ground. "I hope they were dead?" asked Claire. "I do not think so. It can't be that easy," said Leon.