Slime Witch Novels & Stories

I’m sure they had potions that could make me shift, even when I was dead. I pictured them, the witches, dancing around a bonfire, gorging themselves on the burnt flesh of Slade. It would be a special treat – the flesh of the Lycan King. It was still better than being held captive, though. And better than being rejected again by Eden. Slade growled. He was fighting against those bonds with everything he had. He didn’t want to become a witch’s main course. He didn’t want to be barbecued. I didn’t blame him.

I smirked… and I said yes… ___________ Zack" We already found the witch of air Lue, Now we are looking again at the witch of soil. We have to convince him to come with us. “Where the hell we can find witch” The Witch of Fire Ask “Just look for it Stop talking,” Sasha said I just shook my head because we just go back from started They were fighting, and then they were going to disappear But the queen said They have to at least hold each other So they could have someone And they would disappear That was the power over the small creature called tiyanak,

Celestine The towering stained-glass windows, depicting the Moon Goddess in all her divine cruelty, cast fragmented rays of light across the polished marble floor. “Do you, Alpha Killian Storm, take Celestine St. Vireaux as your wife?” The first time I felt Killian Storm, I was seventeen. The mate bond settled into my bones like a promise. A pull so deep, so unshakable, I thought the Moon Goddess herself had reached into my chest and tied me to him.

Robert asked with a secure tone. Louis stepped closer, "That is the riddle I have been trying to solve but you can journey to the kingdom of Nema, there lives a fortune teller that sees beyond the realm, she will help you with what you seek" Louis altered. "A witch?" Robert asked with dismay. Humans who have nothing in common and for him seeking help from a witch will not only bring disaster but a pain to his kingdom. Louis smiled," Mother Wakilimati isn't a witch my lord, she is just a woman endowed with spiritual powers to see beyond what men can't see with bare eyes"

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

LIAM SOPHIE, JOSH, AND I — THIRD FLOOR, MAIN HALL The reinforced door slammed behind us with a metallic thud. And there she was. Sylvia. The Blood Witch Alpha. Standing amidst broken glass and twisted steel, her lab coat fluttering like a flag of warning. Two Alphas flanked her—both morphed, jaws drooling, eyes glowing amber. Beasts. Monsters. Ready to kill. She hadn’t even bothered shifting. That’s how confident she was.

Alpha Bryce cut in, “Lilly, how can we defeat them without harming all of them, it sounds as if we kill them all then the only witches that will be left is you and your child, which will be a hybrid, not a full witch.” Smiling smugly, she looked at Alpha Bryce, “mine will be a full witch,” she nodded towards Amelia, “she will have the hybrid, since she is one herself.” Amelia’s face was shock, “I’m not a hybrid, I’m a werewolf.” Lilly looked at her with pity, “no, you’re a hybrid, you have a bit of witch in you, no real power, but I could teach you some things, like maybe glamour or changing your appearance, easy enough stuff for a hybrid.”

She cleared her throat, "the main element in an obessium is honey, its critter is a miroslaw and its main ingredients are; diluted dragon blood, broccoli, elephant fat, three spider legs, a frog's eyes, snail eggs and cloud vapour." The first witch who took the bottle from Elma looked like she was about to spew the contents in her stomach. When Elma nodded at her she opened the bottle, sniffed it, and took a quick gulp. The witches watched Apple closely, very closely. After a minute Apple furrowed her eyebrows, "wh--" The witches shrieked as a huge lump of fat bubbled on Apple's cheek. Apple's own shriek was lost in the pounds of fat growing all over her, her fingers distorted expansively to