World Serpent 소설 & 이야기

he stated, avoiding her question. “Just answer the damn question! Quit playing with me, you jerk!” she belted at him. “Ah, there’s the typical lycanthrope temper. You know Lily; I have been researching a lot about werewolves and our condition. I’ve created a serum that causes the same effect of a werewolf bite, but it’s much easier on the host since the effects of the change only affected them and don’t have to go through the recovery of the bite. Just a little of it can transform a simple human into one of us. The serum is nearly undetectable; it is odorless and colorless with only a slight taste to it.”

she says proudly. “Why a snake?” I ask. “A snake was their family seal back then.” “Oh. That makes sense I suppose,” I say nodding. “The Emperor’s son – and next in line – Wei, was an onyx snake and was given the gift of death, his venom was lethal to any and all it came into contact with. On the flip side his sister Jing was a gold snake and given the gift of healing,” she says smiling at me knowingly. Healing? Did she say healing? Both Chris and I perk up leaning forward.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

"Selene, you're something else." She set down her straw, then her face suddenly lit up. She waved at someone behind me. "Over here!" I turned. A young man was walking toward us. White T-shirt, silver-gray hair, pointed ears traced with the faint pattern of snake scales. His eyes were a pale amber, and when he smiled, they curved into soft crescents — like a big, sweet puppy. "And this is?" "My new little friend. Serpentfolk. Pure-hearted puppy-boy type." Mona pushed him into the seat next to me. "You like serpentfolk, right? This one's way better than that iceberg husband of yours — at least he smiles!"

Chapter 40: Deepening Corruption The air in Draven’s volcanic chamber hung thick and heavy, laced with the sharp bite of sulfur and the unmistakable musk of raw, relentless sex. Sera lay sprawled across the massive obsidian slab that served as his bed, her soft, sweat-slicked body still trembling from the last brutal round. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with ragged breaths, nipples dark and swollen from hours of rough handling. Her thick thighs were sticky with dragon cum that kept leaking from her abused pussy no matter how tightly she tried to clench.

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.

It just appeared, materialized from thin air or birthed from the stone, the only viable explanation for how something so massive can just all of a sudden exist. The serpent is unlike one I have ever seen before, its proportions more suited for a fairytale. Even in my most rigorous training in the forests of my home, we do not have such fearsome creatures casually stalking our plane. If we had been in Ceres’ form, she would certainly perish. “What is THAT?!” The snake hisses as Erebus pushes me away from the fangs on display before us. His body wedged between me and the monster. The serpent is easily capable of swallowing prey our size whole.

The prospect of pushing beyond those boundaries was both tempting and terrifying. "What do you need me to do?" Trent's grin widened. "I need you to tap into your ancestral memories, farther and farther back. You'd done some of it already, so I figured we could start with the dragon ones first." I frowned, thinking back to my conversation with Lucy. “Jormangandr.” “What?” "The World Serpent that's supposed to kill and be killed by Thor, the son of Odin," I frowned. "How likely is it that the World Serpent is actually a dragon?"

My eyes were caught by the giant statue positioned in the middle of the lawn, its features obscured by the thick layer of snow. I could make out the silhouette of a woman as we drew closer, her face frozen in fear. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the marble serpent wrapped around her waist, its sinuous form slithering threateningly towards her neck. The face of the snake was twisted into a menacing snarl, its eyes seeming to follow my every move. I recoiled, a shiver of unease rippling through my core. Why would someone build such a disturbing statue in their home? What did it even mean?