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The Sorceress convulses, her screams blending with the elemental fury that engulfs her and she topples onto the ground. “No….this cannot….be….” she hisses and her skeletonial body begins to dissolve into a grostique heap until something begins to worm its way out of the dead Sorceress’ mouth. It is black and slimy. It looks like a slug, but it is as big as a snake. The thing sticks its head into the nighttime air before snapping its head in my direction.

That were just the only thing that I need to bring back from Fantasma frequently as we were starting to mass produced the Artificial limbs. With the current level of Teleportations skills that I have and added on top of that the capability of Aeternum Logistics, there would be no problem for me at all to bring a large amount of Slime flesh. Also Slime flesh is not at all a rare materials, in fact slime is like a cockroach in Fantasma, there were unlimited amount of them there,even inside the New City, people can still find Slime everywhere and people don’t even care about them. Slime isn’t a pest, in fact they were quite helpful, thanks to them the New City were always clean they eat all the

Blacky nodded then turn toward a giant hole that was tunneled by a colossal worm, Now without a creature insight. “GRrrrr…. ROARRRRR!!!” Blacky sends out a thundering roar toward the giant hole. The roaring sound went silent amidst the debt of darkness within the giant hole for a few seconds before black slime-like creatures with countless eyes and fangs started to ooze out from the hole. It’s starting to absorb the body of the experts and soldiers alike or… what remains of it. Many black silhouettes stood up from the sea of strange black slime before exiting the campsite. Their body consists of strange black slime that transforms itself into humans. Their body, stature, and looks are the sa

Boom. The floor vibrated. Lina bolted. Behind her, the darkness erupted into the heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of Dominic’s .45. She hit the steel door, threw the latch, and dived into the stench of the sewer. Lina waded through knee-deep sludge, her knuckles white around the pistol. Dominic’s shirt was a wet shroud against her skin. Behind her, the rhythmic thuds of his gunfire had stopped.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

She kissed Ashton on his beautifully carved jawline and Chelsea couldn't help but be pleased with the fact that these two gorgeous people were her best friend and cousin. Ash had fluffy black hair and deep blue eyes that carried on to his form as a werewolf, a smile that could kill off the school's female population and a personality that could make anyone fall in love with him. Olive on the other hand, had straight blonde hair, a heart shaped face, hazel eyes, a smile that lit up any room she walked into and a personality that was sweet, so sweet that Chelsea sometimes wondered in her head if Olive really was that sweet or she was just manipulating everyone around her. Chelsea snapped out o

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

“And….Red Wood.” Oh no. That wasn’t good. Black Slate was a water pack. They controlled all the waterways, including the rivers in the forests and the coastline. They were really powerful. They mostly kept to themselves but they had a lot of natural resources. Black Slate was a scientific pack with some of the smartest werewolves around. Lots of doctors and scientists went to Black Slate to collaborate on experiments. But the experiments were kept top secret, so who knew what they were really building there? And Red Wood?

Violet flickered, then bled out and turned a deep, permanent gold. “What are you doing?” Jasmine screamed, slamming the emergency switch. “Drown her!” Behind the wall, steel gears screamed as the floodgates unlocked. Fifty million gallons of boiling sulfur-sludge roared through the drains below, ready to wipe the shafts clean. It never made it. Eight miles away, Damon was already wrapped around the main southern conduit. He didn’t look like the man she remembered. No cool blue eyes, no clean suit. His skin was black scale and violet light, claws buried three feet into iron.

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.