Serpent And The Wings Of Night Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You were meant to finish what I began. The Order fell, but the god beneath the roots still calls to its blood. You are that blood.” He shook his head, voice breaking. “You used me.” “I gave you power.” “You cursed me.” She smiled. “Is there a difference?” Her words coiled through the clearing, and the shadows surged, swallowing the light. For a heartbeat, I saw faces—men, women, wolves—all bound in chains of bone. Their mouths opened in silent screams. And at their center, a colossal shape stirred. The Serpent God. The White Serpent’s voice became a hymn, echoing through the forest. “Rise, and remember your blood.”

The dragon let out a snort and turned his head away from Count Leviathan as if the latter was not worth his time. “Interesting,” Damon muttered. His gazed was fixated towards the being that he was not familiar with after centuries of living. Damon read about these winged serpents, but according to the scrolls and books he had read – they were supposed to be gone. The last dragon that appeared was during the demon king’s predecessors’ reign.

Second: Ashen tongue of a Drelvine Serpent. A serpentine predator that lives deep underground in the caves of the Obsidian Reaches. Blind, but it speaks in vibrations and lies. To extract its tongue is to take its voice, and that tongue, when burned, releases smoke that cleanses spells cast from hatred or jealousy. Handling it is fatal without proper enchantments. Third: Egg of a Nocturne Wyrm. Nocturne Wyrms are rare spectral creatures that lay eggs only during the darkest night of a thirty-year lunar cycle. Their unhatched offspring hold raw, undiluted moon energy. Consuming even a portion could burn away curses—but also memories tied to the magic.

"This area covers magical bloodlines, noble families, cursed names. If it’s real—or was—it’s probably here." "Thanks." She gave me a curious look, then left. I turned to the shelves. Titles etched in gold, silver, iron. Some had no titles. Just symbols. A serpent. A wing. A sun. I pulled out a book: Forgotten Houses of the First Night. Sat down. Opened it. Read. And kept reading. Time passed. I didn’t notice how much. One entry made my heart stop: Seraphin: A bloodline born of flame and light. Lost. Hidden. Rumored to hold power capable of resetting balance in the age of shadows.

Seras is a sunrise with fists, she punches straight through three soldiers at once, armor blazing so hot their armor melts off them mid-scream. Lucian is the storm itself, wings wide enough to blot out the citadel’s shadow, lightning chaining from soldier to soldier until the sky smells like burnt ozone and terror. Kayo opens nine portals at once and steps out of all of them, tails lashing, foxfire blades carving soldiers into confetti. Rowan stands on the roof of our dorm, book open, speaking one calm sentence in a language that makes reality hiccup. Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

My chest heaved in distress and before I can open my eyes, a gentle whisper stopped me from doing so. “Wait for me,” was his last words before I felt him go away in a lightning speed and all I heard was the rustling of the leaves and some growls and grunts which I don’t know where it’s coming from. I kept my eyes close and remember what I always do. My heart flutter and I felt my eyes getting misty as I utter a short prayer to God. “Please save me from all these scary beings, God. Bless the kind vampire with strength so he can defeat the cruel werewolves. Keep the both of us safe, please.” I silently sobbed and felt the warm liquid gushing out of my eyes.

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 ask. I can’t assume. Dragons do have several animal enemies, one, in particular, loves the taste of dragon eggs – sneak-snakes. The huge snakes live in the areas where the dragons nest. I’m not sure if the dragons drew the sneak-snakes because of where they choose to nest, or if the area was already their home and it is just bad luck for the dragons. Either way, there are always sneak-snakes around the dragon nests. It’s another reason the silvers are standing sentinel. They won’t let the snakes get their queen. ‘Yes,’ Bymjym growls, blowing fire in his anger as we fly.