Hell Slime Novels & Stories

Her accent was so thick, it was difficult for Jo to understand. “It’s a crocodile vampire,” Brandon explained. “Holland used to make all sorts of crazy shifter creatures.” “That sounds… horrible,” Pamela said. “Have you ever seen one?” “No, but my dad and Jo’s mom ran into one a long time ago. Cadence killed it,” Brandon said. “Let’s hope we don’t run into anything like that,” Daniel said. “Or anything worse,” Jo said under her breath.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

Rex chuckled as Hunter lifted the creature to his mouth. I couldn’t pull my eyes off the creature even as Hunter placed it in his mouth. Blue slime oozed out of the corners of his mouth, spilling over his chin. Placing my hand over my mouth, I tried not to vomit. Hunter also looked as if he was on the verge of throwing up as he gagged a few times.

Everything else was blurred due to the mist in the air. Mixed in the scents of many oils and fragrances, I smelled the most intoxicating scent I have smelt in my life. Pine and sandalwood. I inhaled a large gulp of that heavenly scent and looked for it's source. My gaze centered to a figure sitting in the large pool showing me its back. I concentrated on it, it was a werewolf, a male. As if feeling my eyes on him the man turned his head slightly towards me.

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.

Selly emerged from the pond, covered in mud and whatnot. A wide triumphant grin across her face and a 30+ inch long fish in her grasp. She had been lucky to have stepped on it while she was trying to catch the smaller ones. Leeches stuck on her pale skin, feeding on her rare blood. Slugs left their slimes on her. Yuck! She shook her leg trying to get rid of them but these little slimy creatures weren't called leeches for the sake of it, they lived up to their name. They refused to fall off her.

Return it to its original place, which is the depths of Hell. ****************************** He rose from his shrine, subjugated by the survival instinct that urges him to search for a source of sustenance at any cost that needs to be subsisted. Now and now, otherwise his liver will be damaged and his heart will collapse within a few hours. He opened his confused eyes, the smell of blood with his senses awakening him from his slumber, he turned around and watched his surroundings ripple around him, but the strong smell led him to his arm, which he raised. He shredded it directly with his teeth to sip what it contained.

It stayed together but felt cold and slimy. “What am I supposed to do with this?” He asked confused, he had no idea about half the things in this room. She smiled at him, and honestly her smile did something to his insides. He just wanted to stare at her. “Well it’s primordial slime. Primordial slime likes to feed off demonic energy, changing it to creation. When it starts to shift yellow, you are getting close. When it shifts green you are in demonic presence. If it goes blue you have angelic energy. But I doubt you are going to find that with this.”

Creepy. As I approached the changing room, I could hear moans coming from inside. I opened the door. My eyes widened and I felt bile rising up in my throat. Darren was inside with his dick buried to the hilt in some girl. I stepped back as the disgusting smell of sex hit me like a ton of bricks. I stepped back to get away from them, I turned to run but came face to face with Sheila.