Light Slime Novels & Stories

She pointed to her bowl of black glue. “Serves you right.” Lumiere clucked her tongue at Lystra. “It’s good that I’m getting all the good stuff.” She proudly lifted her bowl to them with silver glitter on top of her slime. “My slime looks good too! Look at it, it’s so fluffy with those blue glitters.” Fauzia joins in the bragging of her slime. Zariyah moved Fauzia’s bowl to show her bowl. “Mine is perfect---except for the rice,” she said proudly.

That or lack of sleep. ‘Or too much to drink,’ she reminded him. It was only twenty-four hours ago that he was being filmed for YouTube. Ignoring her, Andrew bent closer, taking a good look at both the fine substance and the boy. ‘My God! I think... I think he’s been sweating this stuff out of him.’ ‘What? ‘Or more accurately whatever’s inside him has been reacting with his body’s sweat, becoming viscous or jellied, then solidifying—however finely—on contact with air. Becoming this.’

Maybe she was on an acid mushroom trip, or went down the rabbithole with Alice. Nick led Madchen out the backdoor of the house, to a walkway that led to the ocean. She let out a gasp as she observed the view. The water was completely calm, and a beautiful turquoise color. It was around three feet deep, she surmised, and clear to the bottom. Various fish could be seen swimming around them, including a few small sharks and vibrant green and blue parrotfish.

I need to feel him, I want him inside me, I want him to possess me as he knows how to do it. I push the shame away. I take off my sports bra, then bring my hands to the edge of my leggings and slowly strip them off, leaving me in a white thread. I bite my lower lip as I see Harry's gaze darken, his lips part, and his breathing deepens. With an evil smile, I lean over and begin to slide the small fabric that covers nothing. Instinctively, I approach him. I tease him by passing the small fabric over his face, moving it from side to side. I recoil as he grips my hand, preventing me from playing with my underwear.

said a gloomy voice out of nowhere making Iliana jump a foot in the air . And then to her horror something smoky pearly white came out of the unconscious Chelsea , whatever it was it looked like light made liquid or like wind made solid . The pearly white smoke swirled around the hanging Chelsea and slowly drifted down before it materialized . It was Chelsea or her smoky counterpart Because it just looked like her , dreadful, hurt and bleeding minus a solid body . " Heh, its funny to see Myself standing in front of me but looks like you have been skimping on the mystic toner , I can see pores opening on my face " commented the smoky Chelsea .

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.

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

He pointed into the gloom. I increased the light from the globe in my hands, ready to fight, even more ready to run, but saw nothing. Then I noticed movement on the tunnel floor. It was low and flat, and gave off a green glow. It was moving slowly towards us, sliding across the ground. “What is it?” I asked. “A slime,” said Nyx. “Poisonous, probably. Once they attach themselves to you, they don’t let go. Vicious.” It looked like one of those robot vacuum cleaners, but rather than cleaning up, it left a trail of jelly in its wake. It didn’t seem particularly menacing. Slipping on the slime’s trail was probably the biggest danger; might have twisted an ankle.

Effect: +1 luck. Last wishes of weak pink slimes? Now that he looked around, Zen saw that there were no more tiny pink slimes using him as a playground. Only one was left, and it was the only one who wanted to become his pet. “Meep!” Zen accepted the request, and he received a new title. === Slime Tamer Description: Your compassion for the weak baby slimes moved their hearts. Effects: You can summon a pink slime pet in dungeons floors 1 to 10 for 5 seconds every 2 minutes.

Nancy was going over a few beast-type magical creatures, discussing their rankings and abilities. "Slime, class-pawn creatures, rank at the bottom of the food chain. Slimes can stretch their body to unbelievable shapes, sizes, and have different abilities depending on the color. For example, Green Slime can excrete acid. Blue Slimes are water-based while Red Slimes are fire-based." Ms. Nancy had them open their books; on the page to the left was the picture of the different colored slimes, with information written on the bottom.