Black Numbers Slime Novels & Stories

"Uh, yeah, pretty much. Think you could do it?" Larry stares, and stares, and stares some more. I almost slam my fist on his desk to stop him from blinking so slowly. Larry is your typical fat cat slumlord. He is a large man that only seems to own a dirty white tee and black slacks that he leaves unbuttoned.

She showed me the luxurious rooms and beautiful gardens. Finally, Sia showed me to my room. I felt exhausted after walking through the grand mansion. My room was fully white, with accents of light blue, and the queen-sized bed, working desk, and drapes had crystal beads. I settled into the room, closed my eyes, and thought about Sia's story about my mother, Jia, and her struggles as a slave to the Blackmoon Pack alphas and how she eventually met my father. Luna Sia believed that the Blackmoon Pack had killed the pack members in war, but a plot by the Devamps cult, a hybrid of demons and vampires, caused their misery.

I stifled a giggle, knowing fully well he was going to get tired. Well, he’s paying for all his sins! For being a dick while his investors treated me like shit. “You’re bleeding like you got in a fight with a rose bush.” “And lost!” I cried, throwing my head back. "There was even a snake in it. A Boomslang! It was… umm… yellow. Bright yellow and long... Yeah, bright yellow." He grunted, adjusting me in his arms as he climbed the stairs. “You’re heavier when you lie. Boomslangs are black. Blackish-green… or even just green.”

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.

You are lost in the bliss of your creative imagination as you notice that the sea is created a roll of cyan-blue, the clouds or what little there are, are truffle white, and the hazy horizons is bathed in the purplish-black glow. You notice that the rocks are like indented slabs of black marble, still glistening with the afterglow of the high tide. The anemones that stick to them are a peaceful, monk-brown and the seaweed gleams in velvet-green. The symphony of sand-song returns to the ears as the noisy marauders disappear into the distance. You can feel the zingy sting of salt in your eyes and you will never know if it is the sea spray or tears.

It’s a dark purple, it’s so enormous and poisonous upon breathing the smoke it releases. Samael laughed insanely, like there’s no tomorrow. Evil like him doesn’t just give up so easily and he’ll do everything to conquer the entire magic realm. Alice and the sisters frowned. It was the first time they saw a powerful devil slime and they couldn’t identify its weakness because its body is not just slimy but it also becomes a poisonous smoke when Demonise tries to slice it and it will grow back like nothing happened. This type of slime is so dangerous because the smoke could kill when inhaled.

Darby Numb with shock and bitter cold from sitting against the cavern wall, I still notice when Slimy returns, his long leather duster sweeping outward like a cloak, blackness spreading out behind him like the darkest night. He’s still wearing his vicious grin, but it falls immediately seeing the punctures that linger, bright red and gaping open at my wrists.

It was perfect, it had been molded for him. A tremor in her made him see a light of reason. He raised his head and ran back, tripping over the table, unable to balance himself, he held on to the chair. He ran his hand through his hair and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Both he and she were panting. More him than Alisha. It took her a few seconds to notice the brown fur that was beginning to cover his arms. His nails were no longer human, but long and sharp like his wolf's and the colors in front of him had been distorted to shades of blue and yellow. If he had continued he could not guarantee to remain human. Hell, I had no idea it was hanging by a thread.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.