Serpent And The Wings Of Night Book 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."

She stepped out into the morning light, Marcus at her side. The Little Serpent hadn't just grown fangs; she had grown wings. And the world was finally starting to burn.

Rowena's eyes bulged at the sight of the snake necklace on Chloe's neck. She stared in disbelief at Chloe's stunning face as the branding iron dropped from her grasp. "Are you Chloe, the serpent clan's princess? What are you saying? Weren't you supposed to marry Hank? He's already bound to me, so what are you doing here?!" Watching Chloe extend her hand to me, Rowena felt a surge of dread. Chloe smiled, and she raised her eyebrows playfully as our fingers interlaced.

His large body is a deep blue, and his wings are folded on his back, just waiting to carry him away to safety. He is mumbling to himself, but I ignore the words he is saying. I need to focus on my own plan of action. I have only seconds to launch my attack because if he takes flight and blasts me with fire, I will be at a disadvantage. I also don't want stray fire harming Sara. I need to make my move at the perfect moment. I need to make sure I kill him in one swift attack. As I begin to assess the interior of the cave, the faint sound of flapping wings hits my ears, and I conceal myself further into the brush at the entrance. After almost a minute, a small green dragon lands gracefully on t

“Over my ashes.” The Heir’s gaze sharpened. “So be it.” The abyss cracked open beneath them. Sera screamed as the ground split, pulling her and Adrien toward a chasm of pure shadow. She clutched him to her chest, wings snapping open, fire bursting to hold them aloft. The air stank of rot and ash as tendrils of void shot upward, latching onto her legs, her wings, her arms. She burned them away, but more came, endless.

, and just as I turn around to see Dylan emerge, I feel a brutal, hot searing pain in my leg. I look down to see a serpent shifter as it lunges for me again. I stumble backwards, away from Dylan who’s now jumping to his feet and roaring so loud my eardrums might burst. Another serpent comes out of nowhere, tangling itself around my feet and up my legs. I claw at his body, trying to free myself but the venom is already pumping through my veins making me sweat and my heart pump as my vision gets a little hazy. I’m on my back all of a sudden with God knows how many slithering bodies on me and I manage just enough effort to shift, my wings spreading free underneath me as a few snakes are cut in

BUT THIS TIME, SHE WILL NOT BEND. I closed the book. I did not need to read more. I already knew how the story ended. Or thought I did. Outside, snow began to fall again. Inside, the house settled around me like a beast curling protectively around its young. And somewhere, far beyond the Veil, in a kingdom where the sun had forgotten how to rise, the Black Serpent Prince opened both eyes. He tasted the air. He tasted blood and storm and starlight.

After yesterday's battle, the dragon had retreated into a restful silence, conserving energy and processing all they had experienced. Below, teams of soldiers cleared the courtyard of the dissolved chimera remains, their movements precise and practiced, evidence of how routine such clean-up operations had become. The void corruption had left blackened scorch marks across the flagstones, impossible to remove completely. A permanent scar on the city's heart. "Couldn't sleep either?" Rex turned to find Kiri approaching, her steps nearly silent against the stone. She looked exhausted but alert, her eyes scanning the horizon with careful attention. "Too much to process," Rex admitted, turning bac

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.