Serperior Shiny Novels & Stories

“Shermaine, you are just a tool Ruth used to try to take revenge on Odell and Syl.” Shermaine clenched her fists. Maybe because of the wind, her stiffened body started to tremble. Sherry lost interest in attacking her confidence. Fighting a brainless opponent was boring. She sighed and said, “No matter how good the replica is, it’s never going to surpass the authentic one. You should be grateful that you ran into me here tonight. If it were Odell, you would already be out of Westchester by now, and that’s not the worst. The worst thing is that you will have to live in darkness for the rest of your life.”

Diana stepped out of the shower wrapped in a towel, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, she dropped it. She couldn't believe it, it was amazing to know that she still had a perfect body. Her breasts were firm, but now larger than before, her waist still looked narrow, her legs were now more shapely than before, and her butt, which had always been her greatest attribute after her face, was arguably now enviable. «At least all is not lost,» She said to herself with a shrug.

“Daddy!” The light around her burst brighter than ever before, shooting upward in a beam of silver. It pierced the sky, scattering the clouds, and poured down over the circle like rain. Every shadow it touched burned away with a scream. The smaller mist-creatures dissolved instantly, their cries vanishing into silence. The shadow-beast stumbled back, its massive body shuddering as the silver light ate into its chest. For the first time, true fear showed in its glowing eyes. Seraphine’s face twisted with fury. “No! She is not ready! That power will kill her!”

Both of their weapons wrapped the serpecydsises. "All yours," Chadd says, he and Clementine handing Shocker their weapons. With both wires in Shocker's hand, I watch as he starts to glow. Lightings pour out of him, forcing both Chadd and Clementine back. The lightings pour out from Shocker and onto his metal arms. It travels from his arms onto the wires, and into the serpecydsises. "Shocking," I say as I watch both serpecydsises light up and shake. They hiss as they fry before falling to the ground. Smoking when they do, I look over at the three.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

One was still supposed to keep one's distance. Banshee pointed at another cage. That's a Golden Silk Orb-Weaver . . . the kind that Shane's hopefully new acquisition turns into. The web actually seems golden when it reflects the light, hence the name. You're going to have to get a little closer than that to see it." "What part of 'abject terror' are you having a problem comprehending?" Shamira asked. 'Mind over matter,' she thought. 'None of them can kill you. Blood-based poisons won't work on you. You can do this.'

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag

I'll let everyone know that the 'Victory Queen' is a monster who abandoned her own father! Alexander tried to step in again, but I held up my hand to stop him. I looked at the man in front of me, his face twisted and sweaty, and I could not help but smile a little. "You're on drugs." I was not asking him. I knew it was true. His smug look turned to pure fear. Having been a lawyer for so long, I had learned to notice every little thing, even when I was mad. He was all over the place, talking nonsense, shaking and sweating like crazy, and skinny as a stick.

I just am. The last one of the three seemed a bit younger than them but only by a year maybe if not a couple of months. I think my lips parted a bit when I saw him considering he looked a fucking lot like me compared to the rest. He hard the same black hair with his straight instead and it flowed down to his ears. He had the exact same ice blue eyes as me which I've noticed I share with the others as well. He looked positive as fuck with an ear-to-ear grin. I noticed a smiley face tattoo on his neck as well. I'm calling him... bubbles. Yea, who cares if it's a childish temporary name. I was brought back to earth when Luciano cleared his throat from beside me, grabbing everyone's attention an

He missed nothing. The corner of his mouth lifted. Terrifying. Bone-chilling. I stilled. The only time I had seen something so terrible was when I had met the shadow itself. Vaerion. Fenrir’s body relaxed against the backrest. “There is this girl,” he started, silky. The hairs all over my body stood on end. “She smells of oranges and dark chocolate.” He was probing me. My chest tightened, but I gave him nothing. Nothing he could use. His eyes did not leave me.