Slime Witch Novels & Stories

The Sorceress convulses, her screams blending with the elemental fury that engulfs her and she topples onto the ground. “No….this cannot….be….” she hisses and her skeletonial body begins to dissolve into a grostique heap until something begins to worm its way out of the dead Sorceress’ mouth. It is black and slimy. It looks like a slug, but it is as big as a snake. The thing sticks its head into the nighttime air before snapping its head in my direction.

'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture. Wamlisia was an elemental witch, one of the two strongest witches to be ever born. She could control almost all known elements and she was also the one who wrote the book of prophecies. The book that now I retained and the world has been looking for it. How my mother came to possess it was something beyond me.

Another grey cock was slapped down between her breasts and used the load of the last husk to lubricate the passage. Alicia pulled two of the creatures closer to her. She worked their cocks faster than before and drew them close to her mouth. The witch leaned forward, even as the other two husks fucked her, and she bobbed her head along the two poles, one after another. Alicia was growing desperate for their cum. The wonderful taste had almost faded from her mouth and she wanted, needed, more of it. And right in her hands were two cocks full of the stuff.

"I'm sorry Rosie, but there is no saving Slone now. She's gone too far in the wrong direction. She's committed an act of pure selfishness and evil. She will not be able to be a witch ever again. She's a warlock now and forever." "She's lost to us," I begin to gulp. As the tears fall from my own eyes thinking about both the loss of Marigold, who had been nothing but kind to me, and the loss of my best friend, the emotions of the last few days come crashing down on me and I fall to my feet.

“Ferreting something out? And how was your night? Did you find out enough?” She put her hand into a small silver box, took out a fat wriggling worm and popped it into her mouth. There was the chewing sound again. The witch opened her mouth, and Zomzom saw her black tongue covered with slime. “Yeah, you’ve found out enough today. You found out that the duchess who was supposed to be confined to bed is not so helpless at all,” she continued, chuckling. “And do you know what I found out today? Oh, it was interesting. It turns out your master isn’t all that immortal. Right, my dead friend? Has he told you?”

No matter how hard you try, it will never stop and it will never move the way you wanted it to. It's really cruel, how it just continues to progress and leave behind those who cannot keep up anymore. [I/N: A witch is a creature of Romania that has the ability to control time. However, they are considered a menace to society. They are believed to hunt little children and maidens in the community and they are treated as the lowest rank of society. Contrary to how people see vampires, especially those who are in the royal bloodline, they belong to the highest class which people fear and respect.]

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

"Araminta, Hazel, probably Thorne too...Oh Goddess, they knew! Nobody told me. I...What if someone else, someone dangerous, had found out...I..." “Breathe, Apple, breathe," Sly grasps my hands firmly. "You’re safe here. I'm with you. You can glow, scream, rage--nobody can see you except for me." A tear rolls down my face and he reaches forward to hold my cheek in his palm, his thumb wiping away my sorrow as a light autumn rain begins to fall, dripping through the dense overhang of trees outside the cave. The comforting smell of moist earth calls to me and I sense the vines growing along the forest path, the birds in the trees. Being a witch is a gift and a curse.

A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the room, casting a pale blue light over my features as it replayed the scene below in high definition. I watched the silver-haired witch move. She was a debacle - a beautiful, jagged error in the fundamental laws of magic. She shouldn't have been able to summon that scythe. The weight of the Mors Aeterna should have crushed her soul into dust, yet she swung it like she was reclaiming a lost limb.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.