Serpent And The Wings Of Night Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her voice echoed languages never taught. And she whispered Seren's name like a promise. In the mountains of the North, where dragons slept in dreamless slumber, their wings twitched. In the Veil, the realm between breath and silence, echoes stirred. And the world, already cracked, began to splinter. Because when one voice dares defiance, others awaken. And what Seren started... Would not be hers to end.

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!"

My forehead suddenly creased because it became familiar. "The Luna Princess can create scenarios in her mind to escape reality and that's where the Vampire Prince saw her but didn't even dare to introduce himself as her past lover in her past life because he's afraid that what if the woman that he loves will disappear again just like in her past life? He can't bear that so he's now okay for now to talk to her in her imagination and waited for the right time how to lift the curse," he said and nodded his head. I don't know what to feel now. I should be happy with the story, right? But why do I feel like the story he's talking about seems connected to me or I'm just assuming something?

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

They erupted from every corner, pouring in like a tidal wave of darkness, and slithered across the floor with an unnerving, serpentine grace. As they swirled around my feet, their tendrils danced across the tile, casting an eerie, mesmerizing spell. The air was heavy with the sound of their soft, sinister hissing, as if they were alive and watching me with cold, calculating intent. "Drink." I said, as I held my bloody hand out. The serpentine tendrils slid up my arm, their slick bodies gliding effortlessly through the pooling blood. As The Shadows drank their fill, I surrendered to the familiar, chilling embrace that seeped into my very marrow. The icy coldness enveloped me, a bone-deep chil

The plan was to make a fair attack in the middle of the ceremony, free the captives and get the gems. Theobald only hoped that his warriors would be on time. Otherwise, everything would be lost. He knew that he would be the first sacrificed to the Golden Serpent and he had trusted that such would be the case. His plan had developed to perfection. At hearing the uproar and the beginning of the struggle, he rose from the ground and sprinted after the relic. He grabbed it on the run and sprinted to the interior of the chapel, scurrying away through a small back door that led to a back bridge used by the Supreme Priest. He took advantage of the confusion to run down the pyramid and went right in

He said, chuckling when our little boy wrinkled his little nose. Then, stunning all of us, he opened his eyes and a soft sudden light surrounded his little body. It was a deep purple and pulsed like a heart beat as he blinked his eyes and looked at us. Showing everyone that his eyes weren’t a deep red like his father, but a bright amethyst like his mother. His Inner-Light then did something that I had never heard happen before. It rose up between Dorian and it, changing shape above our son while still staying connected to him. When the light stopped moving it revealed a small dragon with wings as long as our son's entire body. Those little wings flapped once before falling back and fading in

Giselle sighs, massaging her temples. There's no other way she could survive this, so she shuts her textbook, organized her writing materials inside her pencil cases, and placed it all inside her bag. Giselle pulled her iced coffee and started sipping on it. She runs her finger on the leaked water from her cold cup. "No, I don't believe in them. We're no longer twelve," Giselle ridicules, rolling her eyes in absurdity. Her eyes trailed to her surroundings while Yvonne began to tackle more about bloodsucking demons until Giselle found something that caught her attention. Mr. Mercado placed newly made tiramisu crepe cake, the ones that she loves.

"The accounts are being emptied." Daniel stepped closer. "By who?" Adrian shook his head. "I don't know." Ethan smiled. "I do." Everyone looked at him. "The Serpent." Daniel's face hardened. "I thought they were destroyed." "They were never destroyed." Ava's stomach tightened. "Then where are they?" Ethan looked directly at her. "Everywhere." Suddenly, the screen changed. A symbol appeared. A black serpent wrapped around a rose. Underneath it were three words: THE HEIRS HAVE AWAKENED.