Magical Slime Novels & Stories

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.

I closed my mouth, frustrated. "Those who exist on Polonias are human just as we are. Or," he shrugged. "In my case, once was. The magical creatures that dwell in Polonias are the same as the magical creatures you've seen here and in Sharra. They are part of the seven magics. But here's the cool part." "Cool?" That wasn't the word I'd use. Freaky. Weird. Effing terrifying. Those words were a better fit. "The seven magics are part of Earth, but they also exist everywhere. And Polonias used the magics from - "

Varrow leaned against the wall, bleeding but grinning. “You should let it take him,” he said, voice ragged. “One less threat to you.” Killian didn’t even look at him. He poured his will into the magic — not to control the shadows, but to change them. He pushed light into them, thin cracks of pale silver running along the tendrils like veins. The First hissed. For a moment, the pull weakened. Daryl’s body stopped sliding. His breathing was shallow, ragged, but he met Killian’s eyes.

This an opportunity to lay his foundation in his old world, not only those flicks of lights have teleportation property but a kind of space and time abilities mixt with it, its fascinating to think that he can establish his rouling domain in the world of the past under every one of those wanna be noses while using their superstitions against them as a starting point. ‘Only if I can control this ability to follow wherever and whenever my desire wish to go, but alas …. sigh!!’. Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

“Please… I can’t… I’m losing my mind… I need to cum… please let me cum on your cock… ruin me… destroy this witch’s cunt… fill me with your seed under the bleeding moon… I’m begging you… I’ll give you anything!” Callum rose, finally freeing his massive, thick cock. The heavy shaft throbbed angrily, veins pulsing, the fat head already leaking thick beads of precum. “Beg the old gods through me,” he commanded, rubbing the head slowly up and down her soaked, quivering slit. “I’m your desperate blood offering!” she sobbed, voice hoarse and broken. “Please fuck me… wreck this greedy cunt… breed me deep… flood my womb until the magic binds us forever… I’m your filthy little witch whore… please take

His eyes drift to the sludge and anger lights up his eyes in a violent flicker of light, He swears and cleans the blood dripping out his nose. My hand finds its way to Scarlett’s neck and I let it stay there, the skin-to-skin contact has her melting against me while Danis mutters a spell over the sludge. It lifts, and squirms. Blood drips from Danis’s ears as he continues but determination is a fierce force on him. The sludge revolves and contracts until it hardens and becomes an oddly shaped sapphire. Now in a solid form I see it for what it is,

I asked slowly. “Bingo.” She shifted Eren again, pressing a kiss to his soft hair like she was grounding herself. “They’re the only ones who could craft something so precise it can latch onto a person’s aura and follow it anywhere in the realms. It’s… not the kind of magic normal witches or warlocks can replicate. Too pure. Too old.” I stared at her. “So you’re saying what? That whoever made this slime, and by extension the dust, is a Moon Blessed?”

"Hiss!" "Hua..." The moment Samuel was spat out, the group of "snake"-like blood worms in the whole underground space suddenly became extremely excited. They were wriggling toward Samuel, coming out from the ground, and the other falling from the top of the cave. The giant silkworm also raised its countless disgusting tentacles and waved them in disorder. In the slime, Samuel's eyes were wide open. Even though he had been struggling hard at this time, the slime was like glue. No matter how Samuel shook it, it kept shrinking. It not only dissolved the power of Samuel, but also exhausted Samuel.

If I were to describe one of the trees in this forest, it would be like a giant Sherman tree, standing at around eighty meters in height. My current location is the most suitable among all the places I've chosen within this forest for me to learn and practice magic. There are no disturbances from passing humans or aggressive monsters. Even if there are monsters, they're just small creatures like horned rabbits, squirrels, and transparent slimes. It's fascinating to see the standard monsters of another world right now. *Boing! *Boing! I notice a few slimes hopping around. It's a shame that I don't have the tamer skill or taming ability; otherwise, I would have made them my familiars and becom