Serpent Breathing Forms Novels & Stories

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.

The doors closed behind us with a low, final sound, and my chest tightened. Everywhere I looked, I felt eyes on me. My skin prickled, dread crawling up my spine, my pulse hammering in my ears. I swallowed hard. Then I realized it wasn't eyes. Statues lined the walls on both sides of the corridor, carved wolves frozen mid-snarl and mid-howl, their stone gazes sharp and merciless. They were massive, ancient, each one different, as if they had once been alive and captured in the moment of their rage. My breath left me in a rush.

Pupil like long deep blue lines, while red lines like lightening stretched out of them to the rest of it's eye. Her breath deserted her. She suddenly just couldn't figure out how to breathe, and she felt completely at the mercy of the one who owned this gigantic terrifying reptilian eye.

He felt strong claws wrap around his body, and he looked up, at first recognizing Ian, but then Ian changed into a large serpent with wings, and its forked tongue looped out to stroke around his neck before tightening. In his logical mind, Cameron knew it was hallucination brought on by the effects of the poison, and that was what was constricting his breathing, but it was impossible to clear the vision from his mind. He opened his mouth to scream, and the name that emerged made the serpent stiffen in clear surprise. “Brenna? Brenna,” he called again. Saying her name helped ground him somehow, and he continued repeating it as the serpent that sometimes shifted back to his brother flew him aw

Chaos gathered before him and formed a thin transparent wall that acted as a shield. *Boom* The fire breath struck the wall, yet it could do no more. The serpent watched in despair as its fire breath was fully absorbed by the wall. Its eyes were laced with even more fear when its own attack was returned to its mouth. *Boom* *Hiss* Along with a loud hiss of pain, the lower jaw of the serpent was broken. Its eyes flashed with helplessness at the current development, and it couldn’t but feel that it wasn’t going to get away this time.

She sided more with the early sailors and eyewitnesses who first called them “sea serpents” Although the specimen was mostly submerged and hidden by the darkness, she knew from her books that hippocamps had short tails and flipper-like limbs that they used to paddle their way through Pan-Terra’s oceans. Being reptiles, they needed air to breathe so they always stayed close to the surface and didn’t really dive too deep. They used their necks in the reverse way giraffes would feed: they reached down with them to search for prey on the bottom. They had curved teeth which were useful for catching fish and squids.

It was the dominus they had spoken of. Before me stood a behemoth serpent, adorned with dark and silver scales that gleamed in the feeble light. Two massive, ram-like horns adorned its head, accompanied by four pairs of smaller horns that crowned its serpentine form. Its fiery eyes bore into me as it circled my prone body, causing a fresh wave of tremors to rack my form. Fear seized me, plunging me into a shivering abyss. Cold gripped me, gnawing at my very core. My sweat-slicked skin prickled with goosebumps, and the smell of blood mixed with sweat clung to me like a macabre perfume.

The thrill of discovery surged through her as she pushed past the serpent's ferocity. Suddenly, the serpent lunged forward with terrifying speed, its gaping maw wide open, revealing rows of glistening teeth. Instinctively, Gabriel charged forward to intercept, meeting the serpent head-on, claws swiping through the water with feral precision. Their movements were a blurred dance of adrenaline and danger, the urgency of the moment igniting something primal within them all.

The serpent, equally determined, thrashed against the currents with primal fury. In a moment of sheer adrenaline-fueled determination, I seized the serpent's neck, sinking my fangs deep into its flesh. The serpent, weakened and disoriented, succumbed to the relentless assault. In a final, daring maneuver, I exploited a moment of vulnerability in the serpent's defense. I lunged with all his remaining strength, sinking his teeth into a critical area. The serpent convulsed, its form writhing in agony. I seized the opportunity to break free from the constricting coils.