Snake Patronus Novels & Stories

The only form of decoration was a magic circle drawn on the floor in the very middle of the room and next to it stood an old woman wearing a white robe with a crow perched on her shoulder. It was a special type of beast, among the many magical beings of the beast category, with a quality of C rank. It wasn't particularly strong, but It specialized in spatial relocation AKA teleportation, so it was a very useful species for traveling. For that very reason, anyone able to contract with the beast had a good chance to obtain its power and also land in a lucrative position, where they would be sought out by many powers — especially nobles and royalty. The old hunchback woman wasn't the only one p

Veronica's POV: I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I watched in awe as Draco approached the suspended werewolf, his movements graceful and deliberate. He extended his hand towards the creature, palm outstretched, and a soft, ethereal light emitted from his fingertips. The werewolf writhed in its frozen state, unable to break free from the spell's hold. Draco's eyes remained locked onto the creature, his focus unyielding. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the immense power he wielded.

Instantly, a powerful aura swept out from him, followed by a ghostly howl as a phantom slowly materialized behind him. This phantom was known as the Specter Companion. It was a type of ghost or deity that could be summoned to assist the summoner in battle. Some powerful individuals could even command mighty spirits as their companions. Zachary's Specter Companion was a three-headed, six-armed phantom. With a roar, it unleashed torrents of energy from its six hands and struck the group of people before it. Nautica’s apprentices had never seen such a technique before and found themselves unable to withstand the assault. They exchanged glances and nodded at each other, and in the next second, t

Albus Mons took me when I was just five, so the knowledge of my species is limited. I am a nagata; a serpent being, but unlike a mutolupus, I do not have a spirit that resides within me. I am the human, and I am the snake. I am stronger and faster than a wolf with superior senses. I know my mother was a nagata and my father was a mutolupus, yet I am not a hybrid.

In the background, the forgotten harpist had to swallow his tears with a bitter smile--as he was just a single dog. *** Zaha Serpentes was sitting cross-legged in his room filled with incense smoke. He closed his eyes, and his long, straight black hair fell to his shoulders. A crown holding his hair on top of his head was made of silver and pearls, very beautiful. Click! The sound of the door to his room open was heard, and a young boy carrying a tray of black tonic in a white ceramic bowl appeared. "Prince, it's time for you to take your blood-boosting supplements," he said respectfully.

His long golden hair was in a long ponytail top-knot and he bowed before me. "I'm sorry about this, Luna. But I can't lose any more of my pack." My mates howled again but the man wrapped a clear bubble around me and we rose in the air. I couldn't stop the fear creeping through me. Only wizards had power like this. I had been so wrong. Things could indeed get worse.

Black blood poured out and sizzled as it dropped on the earth. Almost instantly, the wound healed up. The three figures started chanting a strange spell and blue smoke billowed out from the crystal. The smoke swirled and images could be seen on it. There was a girl with purple hair and silver eyes, and then it changed to another scene where a massive beast prowled around aggressively. It was a lycan. The scene changed again to another where a bright beam of light emanated from the purple haired girl. Her eyes were glowing brightly, and she was staring straight at the hooded figures.

Leon had described the person as so terrible that Cynthia felt that someone with such powerful abilities and a connection to the Dark Forest would be Phoenix - the slave she had bought home, Weresnake. However, in her previous life' s memory, Weresnake did not manipulate other vipers. He only uses the venom in his body to kill werewolves. So now this person who is hiding behind the scenes that will control the viper to kill the four Alpha is WeresnakePhoenix or not?

The texture of his scales leaves indents in my skin, and his breath forces his crib cage to go up and down. Draco flies near the Ghost but it is too late. The spell is starting to run out. I reach my hand out and grab the luna lily from Rosemary. I manage to take it, but the spell that froze her has stopped and she is now after me in her full angered spirit.

She took the risk and draws a pentagram with the spell so that this time nothing interrupted her. “Zero.” She whispers, calling forth her guardian god in its animal form of a wing horse. Along with the thirteen gates that represent the Zodiac God, with the markings and symbols for the Serpentine Ophiuchus. “I need to know everything.” With the neon purple hue that is distinct and only she has, she cast another spell. Calling forth for the time clock, but before anything could turn and happen. Zero screams in pain, with her pentagram that is rapidly turning into a stone. Corruption and darkness turn the white wing horse into a jet-black one.