Voldemorts Snake Name Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. I'll definitely fulfill my promise from the dream. I'll go and apologize to Draco later. My daughter is still young. Please don't get mad at her. I'll make sure she learns her lesson." Molly thought her father had gone insane, unaware that other families were also finding snakes appearing in their homes. These snakes were offerings from the Pahana, enabling him to locate souls through their resentment. … Meanwhile, in an old apartment building, no one dared to approach Draco's house. His neighbors avoided it, pitying his family but fearing their bad luck might be contagious. An old lady knocked on Draco's door. "Libbie, please eat something. I made extra roasted ribs today. Hav

he snarled, his voice was guttural, trembling with a fury that came from the marrow of his bones. Alaric’s eyes widened when he saw that the Dark Lord recognised Dareth. It was really him. The real culprit that took Ron's powers, sight, and lifespan in his last life. His staff instantly appeared in his hand, the eyes of the snake gleaming a sharp green and he went to stand beside Vathar, also glaring at Dareth.

"You mean kill me, don’t you?" Morgana’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "A mere human who doesn’t even know a speck of sorcery? Dying here should be considered an honor for you." Before her words had fully settled in the air, a massive serpent slithered out from behind her. It was a monstrous creature, towering at least twice Leon’s height. Its body was covered in iridescent dark purple scales, each scale oozing a thick, viscous liquid that reeked of decay. The serpent flicked its crimson tongue, its slitted eyes locked onto Leon with cold precision, moving slowly but deliberately, muscles coiled with lethal intent.

The woods were familiar. “Sounds like we hit the jackpot.” She said and pointed a random line and read it out loud. “When night slides down the light, he awakes from his slumber. His power, the one he fought for, he killed for isn’t too powerful to feed on corporeal bodies, now at these times, they say – the magic of white has trussed him in, but he feeds on minds, on dreams. He is the snake, the snake that slithers inside minds, when shadows ticked and night birds sang of blood and fire and death.” She looked up. “Sorcerer, demon, I think this is the wolf-guy.”

Nova asked. “This is anguis stella, or better known as sun snake. It loves to devour dark magic. You can feed the marble to the snake and let it eat the dark magic. Seeing as your shadow is not technically dark magic, it should be fine,” Jaime explained while looking down at the sun snake. “Should be?” Ares asked, picking up on the possibility of Horatio being hurt. “You’re the seer boy, take a look and see.” Ares stilled for a moment, letting me know he was looking into his future. It was harder for him to see his own future than others, so it took a while, but eventually he leaned his forward and stared into the glass cage of the snakes.

The King of Poison of Spiritime Peak, coughed loudly and said in a low voice. "Demon Wood Snake King..." Vince Schmidt said in a deep voice with a serious face. His words shocked everyone. The expressions of the people who had been speaking immediately changed. Even the remaining disciples seemed to know the name of the Demon Wood Snake King. Their faces paled slightly. "Hiss hiss... there's someone who knows me!" A look of surprise appeared on the Snake King's face, and then he said with a gloomy smile. The so-called Demon Wood Snake King was an extraordinary figure among the evil cultivators. He was a Hall master of the Lunar Academy a thousand years ago. It was rumored that he had snake e

The girl, seeing that the snake almost suffocated her hawk, began to defend him. “Fortioris! Fortioris!” The snake was hit hard. “Fortioris!” Elizabeth hit the reptile again. The snake, due to the pain, began to unfold his body around the hawk and curled back into a corner. But the girl didn't stop. “Fortioris! Fortioris!” The wounded snake from so much magic gave up and tried to protect his vulnerable areas coiling. He went to his master, withdrawing. Elizabeth saw the hawk coming toward her slowly, unable to fly because of the wound from the snake bite. Also, the girl saw how Alexander intended to touch her with a spell through his wand. But before he could say something, Elizabeth was one

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

This was irrelevant to their cultivation bases and strength, and they panicked, and their legs gave out once they saw that long, soft, wriggling creature. “Ahh—” Dorothy retreated several feet as she screamed. The black snake as giant as a truck snapped at someone in a bite. Alex truly could tell that person’s identity because it was wrapped in the black shell without moving a muscle or making a sound. The quick-witted Alex rapidly rushed over and severed the snake head with his sword before he tore open that black shell with his sword. He found out that Luneth was the one who came out. Luneth shivered with fear and thanked Alex repeatedly.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.