Novels by SKRACPP

Trina awoke to the sound of soft humming.Not gentle.Not warm.A sound like a lullaby sung by a blade.She blinked, her body still weak from the Lily Ceremony, and saw Evilside seated beside her, pale fingers tracing little glowing sigils on Shiver’s tiny chest.Shiver giggled.Actually giggled.Evilside crooked a brow at the infant. “You should have died… but you are stubborn. Just like your father.”Trina tried to sit up, pain rushing through her abdomen.Snake lay beside her on the other side of the bed,deep asleep, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.Unmoving.Too still. “Snake…?”Evilside didn’t even look up. “He will not wake until I will it. He needed rest.”Not a suggestion.A decree.Trina’s voice was small. “Why… why did you name a child you cursed?”Evilside finally turned her head.Her expression was unreadable.Her eyes, ancient emerald flame, glimmered with something deeper than cruelty. “Because he is my kin. And you are not.”Trina stiffened. “I am his mother.

The Journey to CellokThe road to Cellok was the longest Snake had ever walked.Every movement,every jolt of the carriage wheels,every shift of airmade the child scream.Not a normal infant’s cry.But a raw, tearing sound as if the curse carved pain into him with every breath.Rage held him at first.Then Trina.Then Rage again, when Trina nearly fainted.Snake sat opposite them, fists clenched, eyes glowing faintly with his divine healing, straining to soothe a curse it could not break.Rage whispered, “Snake… he is fighting the curse. Every second.”Trina, “I can’t watch this…I can’t…”Snake cupped her cheek. “He fights because he is mine. He will endure. We all will.”But inside, even he was crumbling.The closer they came to Cellok, the louder the screams.As though the curse knew exactly where they were going.As though it feared what awaited.The Main Temple of EvilsideCellok rose before them, a vast city of dark stone and gleaming silver roofs.At its heart stood the Temple

Snake Racing HomeAssassin’s Hall was still roaring with music when Snake vanished.One heartbeat, he was among his brothers.The next,A swirl of shadows and wind swallowed him as he propelled himself toward Kindraloy with god-forged speed.Dragonscale dust cracked under his feet as he landed on the outskirts of the city.He did not breathe.He did not think.He ran.Through the quiet dawn streets.Past temples wrapped in fog.Toward the home where Rage stood outside,Her eyes were wild, her hands shaking.She grabbed him the moment he appeared. “Snake…she’s dying.”The world tilted.The Cursed LaborInside, the house was a storm of firelight and screams.Trina lay on the bed, soaked in sweat and blood, her brown hair plastered to her face.Her belly glowed faintly, a dying star wrapped in mortal flesh.Rage knelt beside her, trembling. “She stopped breathing…Snake, she stopped.”Trina’s body had gone still.Too still.Snake fell to his knees beside her. “Trina… Trina, look at me…” H

The Temple of Daggers End was quiet, lit only by floating orbs of silver-blue light.Evilside stood at the altar, her back straight, her long dark hair swept over one shoulder. Priestesses knelt beside her, arranging the ceremonial flowers, until they felt him.The moment Snake stepped across the threshold, every priestess bowed and slipped away.Leaving mother and son alone.Evilside did not turn.But Snake could see the slight tension in her shoulders, the tension of a goddess who knew she could outrun fate, but not the boy she raised.He stood there… staring.And she finally sighed. “Your stare can bore a hole through my skull.”Snake stepped closer, voice tight. “You were avoiding me.”She continued arranging flowers, slowly, deliberately. “A necessary evil. You had to learn.”Snake’s jaw clenched. “Learn what?”She turned one petal between her fingers. “How to listen. How to fight with a clear head.”Snake erupted. “You kept me in the dark for twenty-eight years, two months, thre

Kindraloy’s night wind howled.Inside Rage’s home, Trina screamed, her body arching, her fingers digging into the floorboards as the curse sigil across her belly flared red and gold.Then,silence.Rage pressed her ear to Trina’s bellyand froze. “The heartbeat… it stopped again.”Trina whispered through tears, breath shaking, “Just a little longer… my love… hold on for me…”Her voice broke.The sigil pulsed once, twice, then dimmed to a dull glow.And inside her womb, the unborn child drifted dangerously close to stillness.Daggers End — The Breaking of PatienceSnake shot up from his cot.Breath gone.Eyes wide.Heart pounding as though something inside him had been torn away.He felt it.The child’s heartbeat slipping again.Snake bolted through the city toward the gates, only to find Irinrod standing there with her spear planted firmly into the ground.Her glare could flatten mountains. “Going somewhere, boy?”Snake’s jaw clenched. “Trina needs me. My son needs me.” “Evilside sa

Night fell on Kindraloy like a heavy omen.The streets were still. The barrier shimmered faintly. And then,A tremor.A quiver.A pulse of divine will.Goddess Loy of Kindraloy materialized before her white-marble temple, her robes glowing like moonlit water. Civilians instantly fell to their knees, trembling in fear.She raised her hand.Goddess Loy, “Bring her.”The air warped. The sky darkened.And the Veil of Silence, the sacred barrier that forbade all gods from entering Kindraloy…Lifted.For the first time in five centuries.A cold wind swept the city.And then she appeared.Evilside, stepping into the open square as though she had always belonged to the darkness.Her hair a waterfall of shadows, her eyes gold, burning, ancient, dangerous. “I cannot enter your city, Loy. The magic ban forb…” “I lifted it.”A second presence descended, heavy, masculine, calm, yet trembling with restrained power.God Kindra joined his wife.His voice thundered through the city, “You test our pa

The Devourer was no longer fighting; it was surviving.Fry slammed its molten body into the massive beast, melting its armor-like hide.Dragon leapt from Fry’s back, using the monster’s horns as footholds, flipping mid-air, and driving a flaming spear into the Devourer’s spine.The monster shrieked, a sound that split mountains.Fry’s tail wrapped around the Devourer’s jaw, forcing its maw open.Dragon landed beside his beast, holding the Devourer’s head down.“Come on, Fry. LUNCH.”Fry inhaled, the air burned, then exhaled a column of molten crimson flame.The Devourer thrashed, bones liquefying, claws melting, entire limbs dropping off like sand.Dragon wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, breathing hard.“Snake better be winning his fight. If he dies before I gloat, I’ll resurrect him just to slap him.”SNAKE VS. VERATH — THE END OF A SHADEVerath staggered, its body collapsing into black shards of smoke.Snake’s blades dripped with glowing venom.His serpent spirit wrapped a

Back. Alive. Hungry.The same monster that once nearly killed Snake centuries ago.The war shifted instantly.SNAKE’S COMMAND TURNS SAVAGESnake stood, sword glowing with poison.His voice carried across the entire field.“Hunting Dogs…RELEASE.DIVINE LIROIDS, HOLD UNTIL MY SIGNAL.WARRIORS, FALL BACK TO THE SERPENT WALL.ASSASSINS, FLANK THE SHADE.And Dragon…The Devourer is yours until I come.”Dragon grinned like a beast reborn.“Finally.”He leaped toward the monster that had once nearly ended Snake’s life.And the battlefield exploded anew.TAN PREPARES TO DESCENDDeep in the molten heart of Mogro Palace, the air trembled.The black pillars cracked, dripping molten gold.The walls pulsed with fury.Tan sat on his throne, a throne carved from the bones of gods long dead, breathing like a storm trapped in human shape.His skin flickered between molten and shadow, veins glowing like lava rivers.His eyes were pits of red flame.Aliya knelt far from him, trembling.Trina stood at hi

Snake stepped out of the armory wearing his serpent armor, the legendary suit the world had not seen in centuries. The black scales shimmered with molten silver, crawling with runes of venom and prophecy. Every liroid present felt their breath tighten.He no longer looked like the quiet, brooding serpent.He looked like war.When he climbed the stone platform, the entire valley fell silent.Snake lifted his voice, not loud, but cutting through the air like a blade.“I know many of you think I am not worthy to command you.”A ripple spread across the army, thousands strong.Snake continued, lips twitching with a dark humor:“Yes… You’re right.I am younger than most of you, and I’ll admit…I bite my tongue before spitting a command at Irinrod.”Laughter rolled through the camp, and even Irinrod smirked.Then Snake’s tone dropped, deep and raw.“But I must say this…I am truly sorry.My mistake… brought us here.”Silence again.Snake’s voice cracked, once.“All I ask is that you fight…

Trina sat alone in the dim corridors of Mogro’s palace, the smell of burnt incense thick around her.Her hands shook.She knew Snake better than anyone.She had lived in his home, his bed, his shadow, his silence; she had learned every scar on his body, every nuance in his gaze.And she knew one absolute truth:He will kill me.He loved me once, but now that Shiver is dead…Snake will not hesitate.When the messenger raven brought word that Evilside had declared him Commander of the Liroids for the War of Tan, Trina’s stomach dropped.Snake with grief was deadly.Snake with purpose was unstoppable.Snake with both?Tan is mad to think anyone can stand against that.Yet Tan ordered her to strike him.She couldn’t decide which fate was worse:Being killed by Snake’s hand, or living forever cursed under Tan’s.Her mother, Aliya, whispered to her in the night:“You have a choice to make, my daughter.Obedience…or survival.”Trina felt the walls close in.THE WAR COUNCIL — SNAKE’S CLAIM AN

The ground of Cellok trembled as beams of gold, blue, red, and silver light tore open the horizon.The Old Gods descended.Any other race would have fallen to their knees.But the Liroids…They only glanced up.Then went back to what they were doing.It was so typical of the Liroids that even the gods exchanged looks.Cion, Cirax’s son and husband to Love Liroid, daughter of Blood, stepped forward and bowed politely.“Welcome,” he said, as if greeting travellers on market day.Artes, god of fertile lands, grunted.“It is so like the Liroids to see us as nothing.”Before he finished, Carnage, Rage’s niece and daughter of Chaos, strode up, waving at Moon, the god of night and day.“Welcome, Father-in-law. Your face is one I am actually glad to see today.”Moon smiled.“I am happy to be of help.”Blood Liroid bowed to Cirax, but Armageddon, son-in-law of Ilia and brother to Rage’s line, scoffed loudly.“It is so like the Old Gods to come down from their fancy palaces only when it suits t

The torches in Tan’s harem flickered violently, though no wind touched them.The air felt heavier, like the moment before a storm breaks.Trina sat on the cold marble floor, her hands shaking.For the first time in centuries, she could not mask the fear clawing at her chest.She whispered, voice cracked:“He’s coming… Mama… he’s really coming for me.”Her mother, Aliya, knelt beside her and cupped her face gently.“Everyone has burdens to carry, my child,” Aliya murmured.“And yours… yours is the love you found in the wrong heart.”Trina pressed her forehead to her knees and sobbed silently.“I loved him… I loved him, and I ruined him.I ruined everything.”Aliya stroked her hair.“And now you pay the price for Tan’s ambitions, not your own.”Trina lifted her head, eyes swollen, haunted, hollow.“He won’t forgive me this time…Snake… he will kill me.”Aliya swallowed hard.“Then run. Escape before Tan uses you again.”But Trina shook her head violently.“I cannot run. Tan will find me