Slytherin Serpent Novels & Stories

Its forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air between them. "A gift," Lucien whispered. He stepped toward her, the snake’s head swaying inches from Evelyn’s throat. "A kitten is for children who crave comfort. But a serpent... a serpent knows the art of the wait. It doesn't bark. It doesn't beg. It simply watches, and when the moment is right, it delivers a strike that ends the game forever." Evelyn stared at the creature. It was beautiful and lethal—a mirror of the man standing before her.

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.

“...and after that, the sea serpent named Silisk was finally reunited with his beloved master. Lord Meruem.” I glanced down at the two children before me as I finished the story. Two girls. One had platinum blonde hair, and the other one had a pure white one. Though they look like sisters, twins even, they’re not. They’re just cousins.

Morris attempted to throw a crumpled cupcake paper cup from the ones we ate earlier, but it only got blown by the wind. "Another insult!" She yelled. "Sierpenti lives in the ocean. Like I said, he has a tail, fins, and gills that make him move faster than any other being in the water. Well, after all, he is a God." "So . . . He's a mermaid?" "What on Luminozenko is a mermaid?" We stared at one another for a good couple of minutes until she tried to throw another paper cupcake at me. Poor cupcake paper.

Zephyr had intended to keep the beast within in perpetual slumber with his runes, but it would seem that using the Serpent was his only choice left. A specter of a Winged Serpent slowly appeared beside Zephyr, accompanied by a long, deep, growl. It emanated horrible energy. The Lizard changed its tune upon detecting the Serpent, showing fear and wary. After all, a mere Lizard was nothing compared to a Serpent. However, once it detected that the Serpent was nothing more than a specter, its expression changed to that of greed. As a seven-tiered beast, it was impossibly adept and smart. It did not waver at the conjured Serpent.

Mr. Maxwell pulled a bell from his pocket and shook it frantically. It let out a sharp, clear sound. The moment the golden snake heard it, its body thrashed violently. But no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free of the rope. A howling cold wind poured into the shrine. Several of the girls had already fainted from fright. I kept my eyes fixed on the golden snake as the glow across its body slowly dimmed. Just then, a familiar fragrance drifted from behind me. I turned around to see Philip—no, it was Julia in his body—walking in.

I stood frozen as the serpent came to a sudden halt, hovering suspended in the air directly above Scarlett. Her massive coiled body swayed smoothly like a cobra hypnotizing its prey. Slowly, agonizingly, the creature lowered her human torso until her angular, scaled face was mere inches from Scarlett’s—a breath away from her trembling lips. “You said he means nothing to you,” The serpent hissed sarcastically, her golden eyes burning with dark amusement. She reached out with a single, long-nailed finger, gently tracing the curve of Scarlett’s pale cheek. “If I kill him,” she hissed, a cruel, mocking smile spreading across her lips as her head tilted slightly, “will you really feel nothing at

Its venomous fangs are covered with a toxic substance that can induce paralysis in seconds. It was a serpent indeed, with its sinuous form weaving through the shadows with deadly grace. Its scales shimmered like obsidian, reflecting the faint light that managed to penetrate the dense mist. The Phytophagos Ophis’ eyes glowed with a sinister intelligence. As the creature slithered towards us, its body seemed to meld with the darkness, making it a formidable adversary. Thorn quickly assessed the situation and gestured for everyone to stay on guard. The elēnítēs líthos blades gleamed in our hands, ready to face this new threat.

I suppose his intimidating nature has gotten him far in life, but I’ve seen scarier shitheads in my life and refuse to let anyone scare me off. I cross my arms in front of my chest and try to avoid the creams from Lenox. If the least I can get is an answer, that’s what I’m getting. Maybe then, I’ll have an idea if I can do anything. “Who is she, Than?” “Serpent.” *Talia?* I call out her name before I can think of an actual plan. The serpent is a snake of a kind, but since no damn chemicals might harm a mythical creature, the closest I can get to a natural enemy of a snake is my beautiful cat.

Herron began to scream, letting out an angry roar: "He's alive! Their Lycan heir was alive all this time. He roared out with his bloody eye, pushing the tables with all the glass bottles shattering across the room floor. Knowing that they were in deep trouble, and by the look in Killian's deadly gaze, he was going to exact his revenge on them. And they knew then. They were screwed.