Slime Witch Novels & Stories

Melina's POV. "Melina." I stood up immediately, running to where the alpha stood. If I didn't do that, I knew how bad my day would turn out to be. "Yes Alpha." I said and he smiled, I knew what the smile meant, no matter how I tried avoiding it, my day won't be that easy, I can't smile my way out of this or be obedient. I was born a slave, my family have been slaves half of their lives to the Cresent pack, my mother was a slave till she died, so was my father, I was now an orphan left to become the alpha's slave.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

"She is indisposed. If you will follow me." "You don't like Sylvia do you?" I say as I cock an eyebrow at the little witch in front of me. "She doesn't belong here," the witch says with a disgusted look on her face. "She is an abomination." "Because she is a hybrid?" I ask. "Because she is a half breed," the small witch snaps at me. "Technically I am a half breed," I tell the witch. "I am actually more werewolf or lycan than I am witch."

She’d come and leave as she pleased, and they’d be none the wiser. Perhaps, if she were any other witch, she’d be none the wiser too. But she isn’t any other witch. The Silver Witch of the North, also called the Ice Witch due to her love for cold regions, did not get to her position by being like every other witch. She is anything but normal.

They usually disguise themselves as humans when they are in a crowd, the real form of these creatures is creepy, they appear to be the ugliest of creations when they are in their real form. They have hunchbacks, long tongues, and slitted eye pupils. I pulled off my gloves and discarded them into the waste bin, my gaze drawn back to the lifeless body on the embalming table. In an instant, before our eyes, the body began to disintegrate, crumbling into a fine dust that mingled with the air. Nothing remained of the once tangible form, leaving only a haunting emptiness in its wake. Slitters are created with potions and spells by the dark witches, so this is what happens a few hours after it's de

[You summoned the following Monsters] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Skeleton Magician (Unique-Rank)] [Skeleton Soldier (Normal-Rank+++)] [Troll Warrior (Unique++)] [Lizardman Shaman (Unique+++)] [High Succubus (Mythical+++)] Before Chaos and everyone around him, ten creatures of varied sizes emerged, there were around four skeletons who looked almost identical and seemed to release a very weak presence… One of them, however, instead of wearing some rusty armor and a spear was holding into an old staff and had mage clothes. Three slimes seemed, somewhat, even weaker than the skeletons! How could this be? Slimes were overpowered! …Right? All three sli

"That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the great war. It’s impossible for her to leave a heir in this world!” Heimzel nodded solemnly, his gaze locked with Reina's. "It is true, my daughter. The Crimson Witch was a formidable force, a powerful vampire who struck fear into the hearts of our ancestors. She was relentless, her thirst for power unmatched. The Silvermoon Pack, our pack, waged a battle against her, and in the end, she was defeated. But her legacy lives on."