Vee Basilisk Novels & Stories

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.

Everything about her appearance was designed for maximum impact. She was the kind of woman who turned heads just by stepping into a room, the kind whose presence made others sit up straighter. And right now, she had a rough idea, a very rough idea, why she was here. Vanessa removed her sunglasses with a classiness that needed to be studied, revealing her shade of brown Hawthorne eyes. Her assessing gaze flicked from Zander to Kallista. A soft smirk played on her lips, but there was nothing warm about it.