Snake Patronus Novels & Stories

Hades naming Proserpina after Persephone was a move meant to pacify his wife since he's bringing his kid to their home. I don't think I had the time to explain it more in the story but the tattoo that Alastor mentioned "peeking on the back of Proserpina's neck" is actually a swirling petal of a black spider lily that reaches down to her spine. It turns red whenever she fails a mission or misses a kill. The book cover is what I imaged it looks like.

Dana Fawcett’s life is turned on its head when her husband, Alpha Carter Fawcett, decides to divorce her in order to marry a highly desired lycan princess whose entire family was slaughtered by a group of rebels. His marriage to the princess will change his life and everyone else’s, making him one of the wealthiest men in the shifter world. The problem? He wants to keep Dana around as his mistress, and he refuses to let her go. Trapped, Dana has no choice but to endure whatever arrangement he has in mind, but everything changes when the princess moves in with them along with her brother, the cold and arrogant Prince Ferran Nevaryan, who makes it clear from the very first time he sets

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

The man finally snapped his eyes and came back to reality, “We need to kill it before it entered its enraged form!” “Enraged form?” Mona frowned, questioning what the hell that would mean. “When the serpent is angered, its eyes would turn purple. When that happen…” “What will happen?!” Demanded Mona who had pulled him by his collar again. Eston said in a momentarily awe, “It will turn anything that looked into its eye into stone!” “Damn it,” Mona then turned to Starvos, “Hey wolf!”

"I was wondering when you'd arrive. Theo said you'd come, despite knowing it was a trap. Love makes us predictable." "Where's Luna?" I demanded. "The real Luna?" "I am Luna." The Serpent moved closer. "I'm the part of her that watched Theo almost die, that saw you suffer under Morgana's curse, that knows the war between species will never end unless we fundamentally change what we are. I'm not a possession or corruption. I'm evolution." "You're insanity," Xavier growled.

“The spell tracks the spiritual vapors of living beings, and creates a ghostly image of our quarry to follow, if not our quarry, then our imprisoned friends.” Archon flashed a picture of the spade hooded being and then a ghost, “Archon thinks the Spade Hood is a soulless creature of sorts.” “I assure you it is not,” Something in Herne's voice told Warren this hunt was personal. The magical words left Herne's mouth and he placed a palm against the symbol he created. It glowed soft and began to emit particles of light. Bit by bit the particles formed an image of the Spade hooded monster and other members of the Scald Crow. “See lad the creature has a soul.” He shouldered the Dragunov rifle an

He did not need to guess who the person was who could do that dark magic technique just now; it was so easy. No one but Nicholas Southampton, a sand elemental dragon who was totally obsessed with their collection of string puppets by using their magic energy. A dragon who used to be a member of Schneider before successfully leaving the organisation, and now lived together under one roof with Alec Berthold. Aside from Nicholas Southampton, he did not know of a single supernatural being capable of successfully executing the forbidden technique. "Please enjoy the meal, Sir." With a flat voice like a robot in the man-made science fiction film he had watched when he was studying modern human cult

“I'll have to work on that one.” They paused in front of a pair of massive mahogany doors that boasted two family crests. On the left was a bird with a snake wrapped around its body; the crest of the vampire. On the right was a wolf with a lightning bolt behind it; the crest of the werewolf, signifying the curse of Zeus which first transformed Lycaon nearly two thousand years ago. “Let me do the talking,” Paoli whispered as the doors cracked open. When the room inside came into view, William found himself holding Emily up as her knees gave out and she almost sank to the floor. He practically dragged her inside with Paoli blissfully unaware on her other side.

Their hands were placed on their chest, still thinking back to how Alex violently killed everyone. The final skill that he performed, the furnace of forbidden spells, was mind-boggling. None of them had ever heard of this power. They were simply confused with the entire situation. In the end, they all turned to look at Hermione. “Is he really your master’s husband? As in that goddess’ husband?” “Who is he then? Is he really some superhuman from ancient times?” Hermione waved both her hands. “Don’t ask me. I can’t tell you anything. I can only say that the sect master’s daughter of the Sun Shrine gave Sir ten billion spiritual stones.”

said Albus seriously. Albus was silent and concentrated fully while holding the Sky Light Scepter in his hand. The power poured out of his hand in the form of a soft, cool white light. He then coated the scepter with his own strength. The scepter glowed snow-white gently for a few seconds. Albus touched the sky-blue rock with a golden silver tinge. The rock gave a warm pulse when Albus touched the sky dragon's heart. He closed his eyes and channeled his energies with a smile as if meeting an old friend. Albus's white energy turned the stone's outer appearance into a golden color.