Slime Witch Novels & Stories

Hestia sighed and reached into her tunic to pull out a small, dried lily that looked exactly like the one I had seen in the dungeon, and she pressed it into Ilyra’s palm with a final, warning squeeze. "Follow the current where the water runs backwards toward the center, and when the air starts to taste like copper, you’ll know you've reached the edge of their territory," the old woman whispered. I helped Ilyra back up out of the cellar, and as we walked away from the ruins of the storehouse, I felt the old woman’s eyes on my back like a physical weight that I knew I would never be able to shake off. The rain had turned into a steady downpour, and the thought of the Drowned Witches waiting in

And before I am the Weeping Woman, crying. "I'm so sorry," she dropped to the floor and cried. "I just…I just wanted my Tomas back. I want Tomas back." Viola weeps. I sighed and looked at Zayn, who reached inside his cloak and handed me a chalk. I went to an empty wall and drew a rectangular door and characters representing runes. I placed my hand on the wall and closed my eyes as I spoke the ancient tongue of the witches before me. A warm, tingling feeling against my hand meant the magic was a success.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"We call it Agemia. It's used for easy possession of a body by a witch. Easy targets are people who are hurting, grieving, or going through any sort of emotional trauma." There is black and red slime splattered all over Temica as she turns and smiles at me. "Your mate is free now, Luna."

Touching Corvu’s face in appreciation of his presence she continues, “I gave her the amulet to protect her. I don’t need it anymore, my power is far too weak. But Tia has all the makings of an Elder Witch, that’s why I gave her the amulet.” Corvu’s brows lift, clearly whatever she said made sense to him. “So, Tia is actually a Witch? She doesn’t even need the amulet?” I’m a what? Are they insane? I was born in Manhattan. I would hardly think someone from this world possessed magic from another. Shelia chuckles.

Don't know why I had to run so fast though. Slowly, she narrated how she had found the short lady in her house and how the woman used a creepy device on her. Mum slid her hands into the woman's jacket and brought a peculiar looking device. “I guess this was what she was reaching for.” “What is that exactly? How does it have powers against werewolves?” Mum shrugged one of her shoulders. “We definitely don't know what it is, but we know what it can do. Same as this woman.”

The poor werewolf spilled it all, sobbing until she was let go. 'Okay guys what are you talking about? ' If they were going to keep us in darkness then we had no business staying there. 'Janette and Monica. ' 'What about them? ' I raised my left eyebrow. Tamara sipped her soup, moaning as it went down on the back of her tract. Some dripped from the corner of her mouth and the little witch snaked her tongue out and sexily licked it while she openly stared at my lips. That single action arose my cock, turning me into a one hungry beast.

Thomas swallows hard, his eyes glued to me but his head turned on the side, letting me know he wants no trouble. "Yes, Alpha". I instantly mindlink the same command to the rest of the pack. My head is spinning and all i want to do is scream my lungs out while killing everyone on sight. A witch. And apparently not like the witches we have in the town, she must be powerful enough for me to sense her like that. I knew something was strange about her. I thought having a human mate would be a degradation, but i would take that a thousand times over having a witch as one. I growl loudly as a severe pain in my chest appears all of a sudden. I shove Thomas on the side and dart for the exit. I know r

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

"Don't fret, little Baseline. We won't kill the father yet. He will make a fine thrall once we’ve extracted the prize." A bolt of green fire slammed into the floor at my feet, melting the "congealed moonlight" of the Spire's floor into a sludge of toxic slime. I felt the Hum in my blood recoil, offended by this jagged, wild magic. The witches weren't trying to index the world; they wanted to rot it.