Black Numbers Slime Novels & Stories

I need to find him. I was about to exit from the scene when sticky liquid splashed on me. I was petrified as I saw my clothes stained with red. I looked at my hands nervously and I realized that it was blood. A huge amount of blood. Fear spreads throughout my body and my knees shake uncontrollably. My breathing became heavy as I stared at the dead bear. The tiger killed it. I have not escaped. Black bands started to form around me. It must be because of my overwhelming fear that I unconsciously generated Nyx. The bloodied tiger looked into me with sharp eyes.

"If I can get in contact with the thing...maybe it'll guide me. The captain ain't helpin' and Lord knows that kid ain't goin' to go anything but make it worse. If his blood will free us or lift the curse then so be it." He threw the rolled-up cigarette into the sand, grinding it deep with his heel. The ash burned at the hard skin of his bare feet but the pain barely touched him. "Get over here!" He called out to two men returning from the wooded glades. Blood of a small animal stained their shirt and sweat blended in an unpleasant oil painting on their skin. Blake didn't want to know what they had been doing. Having been around the slums of the docks and seen what went on behind the closed d

Bima cursed. They reached the narrow gap and hid behind it. From there, they could see all the chaos unfolding. The Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS was being swarmed by Twitchers, fighting desperately to keep recording. The Lurker Slime emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing red, seeing the Vlogger BOSS as a new threat. The monster lunged at the Vlogger BOSS mercilessly. WHAM! HIIISSSSSSS! The Vlogger BOSS was struck by the coiling body of the Lurker Slime, his freezer dented.

I adjusted my stance, shifting my weight to prepare for the inevitable assault, knowing full well that whatever lay hidden beneath the surface of that boiling black sludge had been waiting decades for this exact moment to strike at the heart of our new dynasty. The boiling slush continued to churn violently, throwing up incandescent sparks of violet and black energy that bounced harmlessly off the vanguards' overlapping shields. Gritting my teeth against the oppressive heat, I narrowed my eyes, refusing to let the chaos blind me to what was happening right in front of us. As the surface of the toxic pool slowly parted under an invisible, crushing pressure, something caught the dim, flickerin

Meanwhile, Type and Sia were fighting back to back, but a closer look showed that rather than doing that out of protection, they were jsut leaning on each other to keep from falling back down in the slime. “We’ve got it,” Michael announced as they raced up to rejoin everyone. Together the two of them threw salt on every slime covered surface including their friends. The slime in a spectacularly all way began to dry out the slime allowing Ash, Man, Type, and Sia to easily scrape and scoot the slugs toward the outside Bright held open for them. Eventually the only slime left was what coated their skin and clothes, and Bright determined that despite the quantity of it, it was far from being eno