Snake With A Hundred Mage Hands Novels & Stories

Without their new mage’s magic, Apollo would’ve been dead. “Just give up,” he purred, raising a hand and clicking his fingers. Behind him, a monstrous row of creatures lined up. Atticus half wondered if he was dead already when he saw them: some bent backwards, walking on all fours, half human and half bird; some were more wolven in image but grisly and broken, with wolfish muzzles jutting out from their shoulders, their eyes weary and endlessly morose. But still they came, raising their hands – if they could – and preparing to fight.

Then, chains of light appeared from the sky alongside a three-headed snake monster created from his Magic circle. Heinrich fought with overwhelming spells worthy of being called a real 9th-circled mage's spell, but his enemy was just too many. He fought day to night and to the day again with his colossal spells of light and darkness. His mana was drained, and his body was exhausted. It was evident in his eyes. Even his spirit was close to breaking down. But he couldn't give up. Even if he couldn't win, he had to try to slow the enemy down until help...

The snake monster crawled on the ground, trembling, while her daughter dared not look up. “You know I’ve never enjoyed punishing anyone, but rules must be upheld.” The snake monster paled, unable to speak. “Three thousand years of a green-scaled cobra’s essence is quite potent...” The master of the fairy market gazed towards the distant horizon, the direction of Mount Fugari. “Then keep it.” He called softly, “Emile.” A purple butterfly immediately flew out from behind his wheelchair, landing to the right behind the wheelchair, shimmering and transforming into a woman in purple who bowed her head.

hissed Anestra, grabbing Cory by the throat with both taloned hands and lifting her into the air. The Sorceress’ hands and neck betrayed her true age though her face and body radiated vitality, youth and allure. Her hands were withered, her fingers long, pale and spidery. Each finger ended in an inch-long talon with a sharply pointed tip. Her neck bore the soft slack folds of her age.

Just then, Angie swirled her scepter around and howled, "Hand of Darkness!" All at once, a gigantic black hand stuck out of the whirlpool from the center of the spell spheres. The hand and the arm it was attached to looked like that of a demon. It was a meter wide, adorned with razor-sharp nails spanning over twelve inches long. The entire arm and hand were densely covered in runes that glowed eerily with terrifying energy, clawing at Wilbur.

The maid said. I didn’t notice the surroundings because of my emotions earlier. But this Mansion is so beautiful. The surroundings are big and expensive. Others are from abroad and value a million dollars.But something grabbed my attention. A Gold hand and around it there is a snake surrounding. It still shines and I think it is cleaned every day. I was about to touch it but someone suddenly spoke. " Zyron doesn't want to touch his Golden Handsnake, It's still from Egypt and it's worth Seventy million dollars." A man who looks like Mr. Cosmian. I think this is his brother.

he asked “Those creatures, amphisbaena, they are just like snakes but with hands. They don’t have the ability to mind-link or what so ever but if my guess is correct, it must be traveling back to its master. If it reaches his master, then yes, they know I am here” she said with a sad smile, muting Zaden at once.

He stood in front of her with a golden whip, the handle bearing a small golden snake. He looked like any other handsome man with a sharp nose and cheekbones, his pupils resembling that of a serpent. His hair and beard were long and white, opposing his youthful looking face. He wore a long red robe with golden snakes embroidered into it. "My…soul…cannot…dissipate." "But you cannot reincarnate properly if you die! All you have to do is say yes and I promise to put you back to your perfect form. Agree to absorb your sister's mana to ascend! It's so easy for you to do."

he said sternly. she begged "Okay ...one last chance," he said and sat down in his seat. she closed her eyes once again and concentrated hard that she couldn't hear any other noise in the class. The magic circle is formed and a familiar came out of the circle and sat on Zia's shoulder. Everyone got surprised It is a snake that is very small and white in color. have a mustache on their face and has three tails at the edge. "what the hell is that?" someone spoke.

In his eyes, what was happening before him now was a scene straight from his imagination. Before him stood the ferocious minotaur he was facing earlier now covered in many wounds from head to toe and was bound by both spider thread and wires. It was still rampaging about, trying to break free from its bindings, only to fail miserably and cause his bindings to tighten. As this was going on, that half-meter spider was sitting on its back, sinking its fangs into the minotaur's neck, causing it to scream out in agony. As for the spider's master, he was now approaching the mage, which caused the mage to take a step back in turn.