Voldemorts Snake Name Novels & Stories

“The one thing Selene stole from me.” The world seemed to still. Breath hitched in chests. Her voice dropped to a vicious whisper. “I want him.” Silence. A deadly, suffocating silence. “The Summoner of the Death Wolf.” The weight of her demand sent a cold dread slithering down their spines. But before her words could fully sink in— A sharp, searing pain struck her neck. Her breath hitched. Her blackened eyes flickered—once, twice—before they bled back into stormy gray. Her knees buckled, the world spinning as darkness threatened to swallow her whole.

The sound of his sword digging deep into the flesh was strangely satisfying for his ears. The pain had forced the beast to go outrage, wildly swinging its huge head out. Arth stepped back, as the snake was slowly dying from his Blackwinter pierced on its head. Dark blood flowed endlessly and mixed with the snow. At the snake’s last breath, its red eyes faded, then its mouth slowly opened—where a small, purple core appeared glowing inside.

I wasn’t crying, but the lack of oxygen seemed to force it out. “Remember that lullaby I used to sing you when you were just a pup?” “Dw..wane. S…stop.” Why was he doing this? I wanted to ask him, but my mouth was too busy fighting to get in bites of air. “Night-night little puppy,” Snake Eyes began to hum as he choked the life out of me. “Don’t sneak around at night…Or the big, black wolf would come for you and grab your flank…Drag you off into the woods underneath the Willow root…”

Dan's weight on me was too much and I couldn’t break his grip on me. My legs were pinned by his legs hooked around me and my hands held above my head by his. His breath smelt sweet and unusual; it was sickening. He held his face close to mine when his phone rang in his pocket. He jumped off me and I started screaming. He ran out of the room slamming the door behind him, my screams were pointless. However, it was the first sign of hope. If I could somehow submit to him and get his phone from him, I might be able to reach out.

came the deep, controlled command. The maids left without another word, and the door slammed shut behind them. Silence fell then I turned my head slowly and saw him. Alpha Kael Vorthrane. He was tall, broad, perfectly imposing. The light reflected off the sharp lines of his face, highlighting a faint scar along his cheekbone that made him look all the more dangerous. His dark hair was swept back carelessly, as though the world itself bent around him and his cold, merciless eyes locked onto me as though he could see straight into my thoughts.

Three colors representing different venomous animals appeared along with the burst of energies. “They’re the Three Voodoo Sovereigns of the Voodoo Cult, Master Collins. The one on the left in green is the Snake Voodoo Sovereign, the middle one in black is the Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign, and the one on the right in red is the Toad Voodoo Sovereign,” Madam Snake quickly told Chase.

Did it truly matter if I mentioned the size of that bastard? “Snake bite,” Mordoch repeats, continuing to look over at the woman. “Do you know what type of snake it was?” “A black one,” I respond instantly. “With glowing red eyes.” Lifting his gaze, Mordoch examines me as if I’m crazy, but he doesn’t question me further before he heads over to his cabinet to begin looking for whatever is needed to help the woman. When he returns, he fills a syringe with a blue liquid, and once he is done, he injects it into the woman.

he mutters, still with that smile perched on his face. How does he know my name anyway? This just further tells me he's been asked to do this by someone I know. Or, someone who knows me. I can't tell. I'm just so confused and well, this man with the ugly scar across his face frightens me. But I don't let it show. He continues, "I'll introduce myself too. I'm known as the Snake. Do you know that it means the deadly flower and berserker? One is because I poisoned some of my victims. The other is for how I have to specifically stab them countless times."

The audience erupted in applause after she bowed and left the presentation area. Natasha loved snakes more than any other animal in the world. She found their sleekness and cunning nature rather intriguing, her mind briefly jumping back to Atlanta where her pet viper snake—Viper—was coiled up in her emerald smoothly scaled skin. It had thus not come as a surprise to her when Lucas had suggested she go by “Viper” as her alter ego name when he had drawn a picture of her wearing a super suit during their Sophomore Year—the same year that they had met.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.