Serpentine Book Novels & Stories

The door swung open with a small creak, and I swiftly slipped inside, shutting the door quietly. My eyes scanned the area, finding nothing amiss. The walls were lined top to bottom on one side with shelves, with books on one side—I snorted at it, doubtful that a man like Eric Ceretti would spend his time reading—and the other side with all sorts of knick-knacks. And fucking expensive ones by the looks of it. I reached out, taking hold of a paperweight. It was a geoid gem, and the edges were lined with gold.

book," Azazel suggested and Agnes replies, "Oh yes. My ancient book...""I assume it is safe with Serpent King.""Let me just get it..." she waggled her fingers and disappeared in a millisecond.Agnes reached directly to the land of the Dragonese and saw the Dragon was made of stone."What is this!" she spoke to herself and murmured something.Within a second, the dragon became alive again...the stone had disappeared slowly."Who did this? Who came into my palace?" she asked the reason and the Dragon blew the air and it showed the frosty image of three women.She recognized one of them and clenched her fists tightly.Another second and she appeared with the dragon at the villa, her face filled with

Asher said as he echoed her posture. "I agree with Kiema and Asher. However, we still need to know what the book says. We also need to know if Iron Serpent knows the information inside it or if they are running their own long game," Taryk said. "IS is literally on our doorstep. If what's in the book is some type of prophecy, I think it can wait a few more days while we sort out the mess in our backyard." Kiema melted into the chair, took a deep breath. "Sorry, everybody."

"What's wrong? Are you hesitating? Don't you want your beloved back? Don't you want to make up for what happened? With just a few words, you can wind time backward and live happily together, forever and ever…" Jonathan bit his finger. "Think… Who do you hate the most? Who's really to blame for all this? And whose life is really worthless…?" Gritting his teeth, Jonathan wrote a few numbers. "October 13…and May 8." It was Mrs. Perry's birthdate, and… "Oh? May 8? The birthdate of that descendant of Echidna? Didn't she die already?" As the Crystal Emperor's voice echoed through the main hall, I frowned.

"I've been looking for you for twenty-seven years." I found out later that serpents have an instinct to mark their destined mates. After coming of age, they're driven to seek out a specific scent that belongs to them alone. No one expected that Victor would feel nothing for any female shifter, and that he'd find what he was looking for in a dirty corner of a human city. He told me that in that moment, twenty-seven years of restless, churning blood went still. "Marry me, Cassandra. I'll give you everything."

Kenna kneels near the fire, wiping her tears on the back of her hand, but Sarah perches on the armrest, resting her arm over my shoulder. “If you’re reading this, I’m in the thick of it. The battles in the desert have begun. I’ve followed Richard and his forces to Serpentia. That’s where he’s keeping the book–where he plans on opening the Gate. He’s going to escape through it, we believe, after using the book to unleash hell on Eastonia and beyond. His desire for power knows no bounds, and my only consolation is that you’re safe and with your family.” My chest rattles as I try to fill my lungs with air. I flip the page, noticing the writing growing more frantic as his words turn from the war

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

I open my mouth and begin to sing. The sound that leaves my throat is a low, ethereal hum. A soft flowing Fae melody that carries no words, only a rhythmic warmth which carries a soothing resonance. Almost like a gentle breeze rustling through a forest, one that is steady and calm. Beside me, I watch as the tight, rigid lines of King Sven’s jaw slowly begin to relax. His breathing deepens, matching the slow tempo of my Serenade. He shifts slightly, now resting his head on my chest. And it makes my heart skip a beat, but I do not stop serenading him.

Henry's eyes flared out slightly before he reached up to scratch his brow. “Ummm…actually I am looking for a book but I can’t seem to find it. I was wondering if you could help me,” he asked shyly. Serena like the helping soul she was nodded immediately. She jumped up from her chair and followed him into the lane. Together, they started looking for the book. “This book is very important for preparation. Do read it,” Henry suggested to her as he glided his fingers across the books' spine. Selena paused and looked him over in confusion.