Novel & Cerita Voldemorts Snake Name

She picked her words slowly, her teeth gritted with rage. “Snake was captured, tortured, and even they could not get anything good from him, he was injected with Wolfsbane.” A tear tracked a path down my right cheek. That remained my worst nightmare and greatest regret, I could have saved him, but I failed as his grandfather. “Wolfsbane?" Her voice quivered and I nodded in response. “It was a special Wolfsbane that made him lose control over himself and made him a puppet for the King, thus, betraying you too.”

I glared at the figure beside me, the night could not get any worse. “Fenrir.” I called out his name with a tight smile. He was the last person I wanted to see, our last conversation still scared me. This man was very scary! His eyeballs had this slit like that of a snake. If I had not seen him change form, I would have mistaken him for a serpent changer! I wonder how no one had questioned him, he was always oddly quiet also. “You don't seem amused to see me.” he replied with a sly smile. “I do not want to see you, you can run along now.” I told him.

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.

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body

They followed without question. I took out the map as I studied it closely, then at that moment, I knew something was up with the Map. Before I could place my finger on exactly what was bothering me, a familiar sneering voice cut through my concentration. "Too weak to run, slave? See you at Dust," Vex from Ironhold pack called out, charging past us at full speed with his partner barely keeping pace. His words stung more than I wanted to admit, but they also confirmed my suspicions.

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