Vee Basilisk Novels & Stories

Apparently, when she was trying to follow me she put her hand against a tree without noticing the basilisk resting there. “I don’t know how to and I don’t think we have enough time to gather the ingredients.” The basilisk is a fearsome creature native to this forest. At rare occasions, they wander inside the village looking for food, so the Mothers made sure to teach us about them. They do not attack elves unless they feel threatened, but once they do, a single bite is enough to poison an adult to dead. Their most distinctive trait is the putrid smell of their venom. “I… can’t… feel my… legs…”

I wipe the blood on the sleeve of my shirt before raising it against the torch and hoping to see the reflection. My breath gets caught in my throat as soon as I see the reflection of the creature. The word humongous isn’t enough to describe it. It’s bigger than humongous. Its’ body is slithering by the lake’s bank as it cries in pain. The basilisk is thrashing its head around. Its head looks like a rooster but covered with dark green scales. It has a blunt beak that opens to reveal sharp canines that promise to pierce through anything and everything. Several scales are standing tall above its head like the mane of a rooster but they look sharp and dangerous.