Serpent And The Wings Of Night Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I look up into the milky white eyes of my best friend and say one word. “Dragon’s!” **Authors note** I hope you have enjoyed Book 2, the next book, will follow on from this from Monday the 15th of Dec. Book 3 follows the story of Princess Emerald and King Vulcan in The Dragon Kings Golden Obsession. Hope to see you all soon :) MM xx

Wings- golden wings and a flaming sword; a man in robes and armor crushing a serpent beneath his feet. “Remember, Callie- snakes are slippery things.” “Sweet Mother of God,” I said faintly, eyes snapping open as last night came flooding back to me. My run-in with Corpseboy, the tea party from Hell, nearly being eaten by wolves. And Michael, the beautiful, majestic angel that had been the only pleasant part of that hellish night.

There could be traced a faint scoff on the serpent's face. " What twisted wordly desire did you think of fulfilling by daring to tamper with my nature, you wicked woman? " The serpent's response was a deafening hiss, a storm of venom and fury. Its massive head lunged forward, fangs bared, venom dripping like liquid fire. The Wolf Queen danced nimbly to the side, her cloak billowing like raven wings, narrowly avoiding the venomous onslaught.From its massive serpentine body sprouted majestic wings, each feather a tapestry of vibrant colors that seemed to shift with every flicker of light. With a single powerful beat, the wings unfurled, sending a gust of wind that swept through the chamber, ex

The storm outside was deafening, a torrent of rain and wind that blurred the city into a mess of shadows. Sera could feel the weight of the world shifting beneath her feet as she clung to Caelum’s back, his powerful wings cutting through the night air like blades of moonlight. Each beat of his wings was a pulse of energy, a surge of something ancient and alive, and she could feel the power radiating from him, like a living storm.

Serenya stood in the center of the blaze, her eyes glowing gold-white, her hair whipping in the heat. “Serenya, you’ll burn—” She looked at him and shook her head. “No. This isn’t fire.” The flames lifted like wind, swirling around her, forming wings of light that unfurled behind her shoulders. The runes on the stones beneath her feet reignited, glowing in response to her awakening power. Maelis hissed. “So it begins.” She spread her hands, summoning darkness to counter the light. The two forces collided with a sound like shattering glass, sending shockwaves through the ruins.

“True Flames” Like pouring oil on fire, the flames around Mane surged and spread, and the yellow fire dragon became a blue fire dragon. Its flames were so strong that the body of the Winged Serpent held within its hands began to melt, much to its dismay. The Winged Serpent cried in pain and agony. It sought mercy yet that mercy never came. It tried reminding Mane that it hadn’t chosen to come here. It was forced to come here by a strange power. It didn’t think that Mane would understand. But he did. Only, he was the reason why it had been brought here. And he wasn’t merciful enough to spare an Ascended Beast.

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon

I wouldn’t validate what even the dead had rejected. “Never.” The pain tore through me like a forced shift under a full moon. Help me… please, I mind-linked desperately. No answer came. Then— “Let her go.” The voice cut through the chaos like ice. Silence slammed into the room. “Didn’t you hear the lady?” the stranger continued calmly. “You’re hurting her.” Nicholas laughed darkly. “Who dares tell me what to do with her?” The man stepped forward. His presence alone shifted the air. His scent was unfamiliar—dark, controlled, dangerous.