Black Numbers Slime Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This whole damn run sticks of piss and asshole. And one of 'em kept trying to slather me with that slimy black shit leaking out of its mouth!" Lander suddenly growled and walked over to his older brother, without permission he took his brothers wrist and lifted his arm, twitting it slightly in the light. "Look at this shit Walter...its all over your arm... It reeks of rotting horse flesh." Instantly Brandon looked Lander, Ezekiel and Walter over from head to toe. But he breathed easy once again when he realized that none of the brothers, except Walter had any black saliva in their cuts or open wounds....Brandon knew that the black slime that the beasts produced was highly toxic....especiall

There was a female figure who seemed to be resisting the attack of the strange black slime. Swisshh... "What is this? Do you know what this is?" Long Chen asked confusedly when he saw the black slime that wanted to swallow the woman's entire sea of souls. "I don't know what this is. Suddenly, this terrifying thing entered my body and tried to take control of my body!" The woman replied seriously to Long Chen.

Everywhere was quiet. As Okoli walked to the back of Chinelo's hut, he could feel the warm air fill his nostrils. He breathed quietly as he saw a dead lizard that was probably slithering away before being killed. The blood of the lizard was dry and appeared very thick as it stuck to the ground, aggressively. He ignored the dead lizard and continued what he was doing. Seeing nothing of interest, he returned back to the front door.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

The creature’s mouth, filled with uneven yellow teeth, oozed countless strange black fluids emitting a foul, putrid odor. Another level-eight pinnacle stage monster had emerged—a Glutton. Gluttons, known for their large bellies, relied on constant feeding to maintain their strength. And their bellies secreted a corrosive slime, their most potent weapon. The simultaneous appearance of two level-eight pinnacle stage monsters added to the intrigue. Observing this, Adrian smirked. "You two want to attack me together? Two aren't enough. Bring out your stronger companions, if you have any. I'll handle them all at once."

Slade raised his blade, and my eyes widened as I saw greenish liquid dripping from the sword. "It was too fast. It slithered away before I could," Jude said. "I killed a handful, but there are still plenty. We need to get out of here," Slade said. "It seems the forest is infested with reptiles, and they are not just any reptiles." "What are they?" Jude murmured, and Slade's eyes turned cold once again. "They are controlled with black magic and filled with wolfsbane. Whoever sent them knew we were out on a hunt," Slade said as we moved cautiously, glancing around.

"once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red." "So you don't even know what color a vampire's eyes are?" "No, we know. When a vampire's eyes are pitch black it means they don't feed off of humans, they feed off of animals and they're not that strong. When a vampire's eyes are red that means they're a big threat."

I ran past the sculpture and down the narrow passage, hearing footsteps behind me but not caring enough to turn around. My vision blurred, making it almost impossible to see clearly or judge distances accurately. I quickly covered my nose when I saw the black smoke moving in sinuous, swirling patterns, almost like liquid darkness. It had a shimmering, oily quality, reflecting the faint light from Stalagtor’s luminescent eyes. Though the smoke was primarily black, it occasionally pulsed with eerie glows of deep purples and greens, hinting at a supernatural energy and ancient magic. Even after covering my nose, it was difficult for me to slow down my breath.

The only difference was the occasional black slabs that appeared at regular intervals, standing out starkly against the green. Felix didn't understand the intricacies of tomb design like Kenneth did. Without that expertise, he could only stay alert and prepare to use brute force. Almost as soon as he took a step, the black slabs began to change, writhing as if suddenly transforming into some kind of liquid. Within seconds, a figure rose from each black slab, black liquid continuously dripping from its body. Or rather, these humanoid entities were totally composed of that black liquid. He had counted seven black slabs, so now seven liquid beings stood before him. As soon as they formed, they