Vee Basilisk Novels & Stories

KIVA. Catherine raised her hand, and the entire world seemed to answer her the instant her fingers lifted, thousands of black tendrils erupting out of the cracked ground all at once and tearing straight toward me like they had a hunger of their own. I didn't move, even though every instinct screamed at me to. I lifted my hand instead, calm on the outside even as my heart slammed against my ribs, and white light exploded from my palm in a wave that met every single one of them halfway. The tendrils disintegrated before a single one could so much as brush against my skin, dissolving into nothing the way smoke dissolves into open air.

Mage Valessi,' Christine said after giving a mage salute, "This is Yibel's villa. She held a banquet today to celebrate her promotion to second-level mage, but she secretly set up an evil altar in her bedroom, tricked several people into making sacrifices, and then turned them into demons. After that, she tried to attack me and Master Nazan, but we killed her in battle. Master Valessi looked at Master Nazan who was lying on the ground, his robes covered in dirt but his eyes empty. She felt in her heart that he probably had nothing to do with the battle.

In spite of that, a row of torches that reached all the way up to the edge of the opening of the volcano, illuminated around that large clearing. A pyramid of three steps and four sides made of large crude stones rose at the center of that great clearing within the forest, with a large esplanade at its top. However, this esplanade was not a flat space. Most of it consisted of a rather shallow depression filled with innumerable snakes of all kinds and sizes. Some tried to climb up the walls of that receptacle; some others crawled along the floor, while others rolled up and entwined with each other to form a mesh of vipers.

A grunt of frustration slipped from my lips, accompanied by a tightening sensation in my leg that swiftly transformed into tingling. "What are you doing to me?" I growled, my scowl aimed at the creature, though it remained unaffected and relentless in its assault on my senses. My futile attempts to move persisted, and just as I began to accept my impending role as the creature's meal, a voice sounded from behind. "You mustn't meet its gaze," Winter's voice reached my ears. Struggling to turn my head to see her, my attempts were thwarted, like the rest of my body. "That's a basilisk," she explained, her tone grave. "Direct eye contact can lead to death."

“Yes. We don’t understand why it’s having an even more pronounced effect than normal, but we know it’s a form of basilisk poison. It’s already absorbed entirely into the chieftain’s body, and it’s so potent that if we stop for even a moment, we think it might kill him outright. We can’t stop, madam. We need to focus.” Basilisk poison. Not home-concocted elixirs or viper poison or even wyrm poison. Basilisk poison. Those weren’t even native to this side of the continent, and there were any number of deadlier poisons easier to acquire. It was pure symbolism, the motive. What greater enemy of the fabled dragons than the basilisks? And what greater irony than to kill a chieftain who promised a r

Olivia corrected him with a stern tone in her voice. “After Agent Nest’s actions. I must take every procession & keep news about this to a minimum.” “Whatever this basilisk is, how are we supposed to stop it?” “By finding its soul,” Olivia said. “Correct,” Moss added. The basilisk can only be killed completely by grubbing possession of its soul which was crafted into a rare pendant by an occult of five known as the faithless. “The faithless?” Scott asked. “Your mission is to go to the human world & retrieve the pendent before the Blessing can discover it & release the basilisk,”

I inform the rogue who swooshes his axe at the basilisk he fights. A fire lit up my ass and when the basilisk came down to strike at me again, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs as long as my arms, I flew up, pulling my sword once again and slicing in an upwards motion. My sword dug into its flesh and dragged upwards with my memento cutting the vertical gill.

Soon, he will have his fill and drink the blood of his enemies. "Affirmative, host." The system complied and the screen before Quickstep changed again. 1. King of Serpents – the Basilisk has been infamous for its skill to slay with one look. This mythical lizard can regenerate any part of its body making it almost impossible to kill. It also emits a mist of venom that wards off foes and friends alike. 2. The Scientist – Sullivan was an extreme fanatic of science. He had experimented on werewolves in order to gain insight about the secrets of their healing power, in his pursuit for immortality. In the end, he used that knowledge to become something more.

The bright moon showed us his face and we could see his pale white skin with red eyes and sharp teeth with his snake tongue sticking out from time to time. Basilisk: What isssss going on here? Hisss… To everyone’s surprise, Spier came up to Basilisk and looked straight into his eyes. Spier: Hah….hahaha. I heard you were called Basilisk. Hahaha. What a funny name. Lord Anex: It spoke! I heard Ban’s Familiar can speak but was very bad at it, but this one straight out went and spoke with no problem at all.

It had large yellow eyes that glowed in the dark, and Zen wondered if he was immune to its petrification powers. “Ss-kek!” Basil hissed, and Zen tickled its head with a finger gently. Originally, Zen assumed basilisks were green. It was why he named his pet Basil. However, Basil was a rare golden snake. Zen had no idea basilisks came in this colour. However, it did not make him love his pet any less. Unlike Lime, Basil was able to stay in a summoned state continuously, with the only restriction that it could only be summoned from floors eleven to twenty.