Black Numbers Slime の小説・ストーリー

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

“Cover your nose, Tempest. Goddess, I don’t think it’s healthy to be in such a closed space…” “No, wait, Archer!” I fought him when he tried to push me aside. “It’s a little farther in. I need to get there…” “Tempest, NO!” He reached for my arm, but I slipped past him and almost ran to the spot I wanted. Right in front of me rose a solid carapace so black it could’ve been obsidian. Almost three meters. Concave. Sharp. Dangerous. Worse, the black was smeared with a reddish slime clinging to it.

He ran to the fallen trees and immediately went in the middle of two trees, where he found a baby fire slime playing with some dry black branches. Usha's eyes turned into slits and he hissed at the orange blob. The baby slime flinched because it was caught by surprise, but it immediately ran away because it saw who it would be dealing with. It eas the small dangerous cat that killed its sibling. The fire slime hobbled to the end of the fallen trees and turned right.

Nadine The ghouls began to surround me and Drago in a hurry. They were all spewing a lot of black slime from their mouths and when I realized what the slime was doing to the floor, I knew I was in big trouble. That slime was capable of burning anything, possibly containing some kind of acid and I couldn't let them near Drago in his human form. I will die before they hurt my mate.

said Chaos, petting the trembling skeletons as they calmed down a bit… However, the sight of a young man petting cracking trembling skeletons was something that those watching would leave imprinted into their memories. After that, Chaos evolved the Slimes. Each Slime had a different color, and depending on the color, they were particularly stronger, sometimes even being able to use some elemental attacks. Red Slimes were able to fire fireballs, Blue Slimes fired water bullets, Black Slimes used shadows, and so on… They all evolved into High Slimes, and Slime Kings at SS-Rank after being exposed to Miasma and then evolved! Each one of the slimes became a giant and fatty slime with a crown ove

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

Surrounded by a black aura and flipping pages on its own, the book glowed ominously. She descended the ladder and approached it. As soon as she touched it, the book dropped, its dark magic vanishing. She knelt, examining the old black book, its scent and pages ancient. As she flipped through, she saw the list of vampire Supremes before the race split into two. Then she turned the page and saw the symbol of the black vampires. Her heart raced when she saw the image of the Thirteenth Prince of the blacks—Prince Zumir. Born on December 10, 1481, Zumir possessed powers unlike any blue-blooded vampire. His eyes were pitch-black and terrifying; his face alone could instill fear.

Everyone around me were screaming, staring at the door. Run! She is here! We all will die! No one will be spared! Run! Hurry up! I failed to understand what they meant until I saw something that even made me take a step back. No...this was impossible. A dark deadly aura was getting emitted from the room in which my butterfly was, and I gulp when I see something sliding out from under the door. It was jet black. A strange-smelling slime-like thing. That I had never seen before. It burned and choked whatever it touched. And it kept moving forward.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.