Slime Witch Novels & Stories

Helena felt Allistor walk into the room and close the door behind him but her eyes remained on the group as she waited for a response or a valid reason to explain why they were against her. They were not cowards, each possessing battle scars on both their bodies and minds, but her magic was an impressive force that left mute and paralyzed. The brunette had learned after so long of doing it unconsciously that if she released the right amount of her magic in just the right way, it could make hardened warriors tremble like pups in a dark forest. "You claim she is weak because she has no wolf. That she would taint the Damon bloodline if I were to fully mate and sire a pup with her." He recited,

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.

She struggled slightly to get in and looked up at me somewhat embarrassed. “Short people problems”, she laughed shyly and shrugged her shoulders The moment she got in I got hit with the most intoxicating smell. It smelled like cinnamon and sugar mixed with something floral that I couldn’t quite recognize. Ajax started pacing in my head practically salivating over this girl we didn’t even know, who wasn’t even a werewolf, but a witch! What was his deal? “So Sierra, is it? Your dad tells me you’re in your senior year! That’s exciting”, my dad said breaking me from my own thoughts.

He nodded his head in an appealing manner. “Fuck! Alright, as long as you are not leaving this pack then no problem,” Axel said giving up. “Thank you,“ I said before placing a peck on his cheeks in an appreciative manner. “So, Tiffany, What can you remember,” Jackob asked in a serious manner and I started to spill everything I could remember. “I think I know that place, it's sounding familiar to Grimwood cottage, where the white witch lives,” Jackob said, a smug look on his face.

The moment the fetus was developed enough, she would kill the witch's wolf which would make her weak and then she would preform the ritual that would separate the child from the witch's womb and into hers. When she entered her chamber, she saw Thaddious lying on the floor, convulsioing and thrashing about. His eyes were rolled back into his head, and the black foam was coming from his mouth again. This had become the tell tell signs Brutus was about to make an appearance. She was really growing tired of this.

Some spineless werewolves would submit willingly if the witch offered a tempting offer. They don’t realize those offers are just lip service. No evil witch in history ever delivered what they promised. They are merely pawns, puppets, and tools. Worthless, disposable marionettes. I am a witch, too, but I don’t harm other creatures. Power does not excite me in the slightest. With the kind of magic I have, I can conquer territories and sit on the throne, but what will that make me? What will that give me? I never find happiness in the sufferings of others. I don’t understand either that a descendant of a she-demon who killed tens of thousands of other species is bound to unite all supernatural

She cackled and soon the whole room was shaking and tilting on its own axis. Suddenly, fire shot out of the rod and Lucia was lucky enough to dodge it. She had been expecting something like that and had mentally prepared herself ever since she saw the staff pointed at her. She knew most witches loved fighting with fire when angered and this was not different, considering that she's their queen. Only a few witches could make one freeze to death and those were the most deadly when angered. She knew the one right before her was so angry and would battle it out to the latter with her so she was prepared to dodge her attacks while sending out a few of her own.

There was a female figure who seemed to be resisting the attack of the strange black slime. Swisshh... "What is this? Do you know what this is?" Long Chen asked confusedly when he saw the black slime that wanted to swallow the woman's entire sea of souls. "I don't know what this is. Suddenly, this terrifying thing entered my body and tried to take control of my body!" The woman replied seriously to Long Chen.

I said and I closed my eyes and Zara pulled the quiver over her back. I ported us to Nick’s pack and it was chaos. People were running and screaming and I focused my attention on the witches as the rest of my pack shifted and started attacking. Upon seeing us arrive more people shifted and joined in the fight. I walked swiftly towards the witches and in my head I snapped their necks as I chanted. “Slíta háls.” I kept moving forward, anger pulsating through me. “Skéra óst,” I said as I looked at another one and I saw the gaping wound on her throat as I cut it open with magic.

That's right. I bought this top-tier, brawny werewolf to scrub my cauldron and do my chores. The inspiration came from a fellow witch I met at the wizarding market. She was bragging about her new half-orc slave, claiming he could lick the floors so clean you could see your reflection in them and even served as her personal foot warmer in the winter. While the other witches burst out laughing and treated it as a joke, I was the only one who zeroed in on two key words: labor and warmth.