The Cosmic Serpent Novels & Stories

I repeated in a mantra, my voice interspersed with tearful sobs. My sobbing ceased when I noticed strands of white light emerging from the dominus's ashes. Similar to the jaguar's soul in the river, these threads of light began to rise, forming the image of the serpent. Slowly, the serpent's ethereal form slithered in front of me, and then it started to move around me. A cocktail of nervousness and fear churned in my chest as the serpent's spectral face drew close to mine. With bated breath, I faced the dominus's spirit. I held onto the nearby grass. Suddenly, it lunged at me, and I felt its essence enter my chest.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

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.

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

In his bony hands he held a shallow obsidian bowl filled with a dark, viscous liquid that moved when nothing touched it. “Speak,” Aldred rasped. Malphas dipped one skeletal finger and tasted. “The Veil frays,” he croaked. “Three years, perhaps four, before the next black moon. The Serpent stirs. He hungers.” Aldred’s cough turned into a laugh that ended in red flecks on his lips. “Then let him hunger. I have no daughter to give him.” Malphas tilted his head. “You mistake me, Majesty. The Serpent does not require a princess. Only a maiden whose soul burns pure. Untouched by ambition. Unstained by cruelty. Unbroken by love.”

Luca cried out, clutching his chest as the energy inside him surged again—wilder this time, darker at the edges. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no—” Saint grabbed my arm hard. “Do not answer it.” “I didn’t—” “It doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “It doesn’t need permission. It recognises blood.” The ground split open with a sound like bone snapping. Wolf stumbled back, barely keeping his footing as a slab of concrete collapsed into the glowing fissure. “What the hell is that thing?” he shouted. Saint’s jaw tightened. “The reason the Serpents exist.”

It used the beads to drive Jonathan further into his obsession—into madness. In truth, the Blood of Essence of Echidna's descendants could never bring anyone back from the dead. Jonathan had been deceived. I had seen it with my own eyes. The prayer beads glowed gold, and Anna's face glowed too. It was something only I could see after my apotheosis. Of course, the mage could never raise the dead. At best, it could grant a brief return, letting life flicker for one last time. But… That wasn't nearly enough for me.

Who knew it already had helpers? I asked curiously, "What helpers?" Peter explained, "From the snake situation earlier, I suspected someone had been having relations near the Temptress' lair. The lustful energy saturated the soil and greatly increased the Temptress' power, which is why this beast suddenly emerged."

If I didn’t know any better, I would have said it was studying me. Another throb went through me. Then another. I squeezed my eyes shut. The feeling was becoming too much. My body was spiraling, my breaths heavy. This was the worst way to die for sure. When I opened my eyes, the greatest shock hit me. The serpent was…crying. I blinked. Once. Twice. Alpha Theo’s voice filled my mind almost instantly. “There's this creature, a snake from old stories…the Shadowscale Serpent. Legend says the tears of the serpent have magical properties.”

After telling me this story my grandmother also told me that a ‘Serpentine’ can remained in form of a stick, cloth, ribbon, garland or a stone, it its one of ‘Serpentine’ quality that allow him to change into any form and texture, since they are very rare, they are highly valued and considered as ‘Mythical snake’ After recalling this tale of Casa which my grandmother had mentioned , I came to apprehension that I don’t have a Velvet rose poison, which is the only thing that can save Draco from deadly coil of ‘Serpentine’, otherwise he will end up either dying of being slaved to malicious Mr. Hanzo…. I saw Draco shifting back in human form however coiled of serpentine was still attached to him