Light Slime Novels & Stories

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

He quickly lifted the skirt and pulled the panties and in the course of doing so, dampened his fingers with the liquid which was spread all over the region. He met his eyes with Martha’s and licked his thumb so as to get a taste of the liquid. “It tastes love” he said. Martha replied with a smile.

Another disgusting thing was the path of slime they left behind them on the floor, like a snail. It was sticky and stinking. So sticky as if gummy bears were heated in a grilling toaster. And.... acidic!!!!! Ryley registered the floor turning black and a small ripple of smoke generating above the ground. Just as it happens when acid burns something. But, Ryley smirked to himself. He was safe. He was up in the air, near Reyne. Standing on a stair found in the library, he seemed to protect himself from coming in contact with these jiggling pieces of creatures with acidic trail of slime. Alas, his bubble of merriment of staying untouched came crashing down when they elevated their hands, and th

I see him crouch low, body coiled, muscles waiting and ready to strike at the first sign of hostility. Then I see him. A boy. Probably a couple years younger than Casimir and I. But he was no ordinary boy...he was a Lycan. He's muddy and bleeding, his clothes torn, and his hair hanging in wet clumps around his face. He raises his hands, a broken gesture of surrender as Casimir looms over him with a glare. "Casimir," I pant, catching to them, "wait." The Lycan chokes out a few words, raspy and desperate. "Please. Not here...to hurt...Need...help."

"Come on. Come on." The gear finally pops out. "Yes," I smile, laying the gear on the table. "Like I said, just a slight malfunction." QuickShot and Justice look at each other before looking back at me. As they look at me, they frown. "I'm missing some parts," I chuckle. "Can I, uhh, please go to your room to see if you have what I need?" "Sure," QuickShot answers, "But just don't touch anything okay? Since Lighting Storm, I've been working on a new slime formula. It supposes to be stronger than before."

" Warg asks and I shook my head cause I don't know either. After that, some water drops from above the soil like it is raining but the differences are it has a... What is this slime? It's stinky. "fuck what is this? Why are we here? We suppose to find Lyca not being stuck here!" Wulfsige shouts in frustration. After that, it's Warg who shouts because something hit him and when we check it it's a metal ball and it's confirmed this has come from a sniper and because Warg power is magma the metal is useless to him cause it's melting easily. Just a minute only I feel something strange happening to me cause my body is freezing at first I can't move but I have ice power so I'm used to it and I cov

"But?" Miria was reluctant to say it, but she thought for a bit and she felt like she needs to say this. So she looked back at her grandfather. "He ever came back with a dead fire slime..." Barun raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. "A dead fire slime?" Miria nodded. "Probably a baby one because of its size... But it's definitely fire slime. It's orange and slimy, and still warm. I don't know how he got it, but he looked so happy when he presented it to me."

’ Lucy told her as she led them to the back and stood there looking at all the rogues. Rage filled her when one of the rogues Sandy was fighting sunk his canines on her leg making her whimper in pain. She growled loudly making all the rogues freeze with the power that came with the vicious growl. While they were frozen, she growled once again moving her head from side to side like a dragon spitting fire but instead of fire, it was a blue light that turned the rogues to dust as soon as it contacted them.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing around the frozen smear as hazel eyes focused on the sight. It was then that the familiar scent hit Lucas and his nostrils flared as his animal side stirred, drinking in the delicious harmony of lavender, jasmine and vanilla. It was faint but unmistakable and Lucas's eyes glowed amber as he consumed the essence of his mate as if he was a starved man and she was a ripe peach. Her unique scent suited her perfectly, soft and soothing. He could almost imagine her there with him with her white curls cascading around her beautiful face while her soft petal-like lips were painted in a smile. She was curiously unique with her Mediterranea