Slime Witch Mga Nobela at Kwento

For a few moments, I thought she would run away from me. Although she is a powerful witch, even an ordinary wolf can snatch her life away when caught by surprise, let alone an alpha wolf. The witches’ bodies are not so different from humans; their physical abilities are the same; they can get hurt and die at the same rate if not for a healing spell of witches, but Agatha cannot heal herself; it is one of the curses of a white witch.

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.

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.

Hecate says to her, taking Willow by surprise. "My mom? I guess you would know her since you would know all of your children." "I know of her and her bloodline from before up to now." Hecate raised her hands, a black fog morphing into an bust like image of Willow, but older and slightly sharper features. "You may be the first half-Witch of your bloodline, but you come from a line of powerful Witches. You, are the daughter of the Witch that slain Karmina to begin with." Hecate made the black mist disappear. Willow felt her legs buckle as she dropped to her knees, staring at the ground as the news settled in.

Nancy was going over a few beast-type magical creatures, discussing their rankings and abilities. "Slime, class-pawn creatures, rank at the bottom of the food chain. Slimes can stretch their body to unbelievable shapes, sizes, and have different abilities depending on the color. For example, Green Slime can excrete acid. Blue Slimes are water-based while Red Slimes are fire-based." Ms. Nancy had them open their books; on the page to the left was the picture of the different colored slimes, with information written on the bottom.

She tries to zip it up but her hands can't reach the zipper. She's really tempted to look in the mirror but she doesn't. She steps out to the ohhs and ahhs of her audience. Sarah turns around. "Someone please zip me up." Katrina snaps her finger and the dress zips up automatically. Sapphire jumps up and starts to clap. "Woah! Being a witch is so cool." Katrina snorts. "Darling girl, you don't know the least of it." SAMANTHA

“Witches Myan, I heard that there is a new adventurer with a new Witches bloodline enrolled in the Sirum City branch adventurer guild.” Witches Madea spoke with the Witches head of the Sirum City branch. Witches Myan is the head of the Witches Coven branch in Sirum City. This old lady is one of the High-level Witches in the Witches community who is respected in SULIME REALM. This old lady was over 300 years old where high-level Witches as well as werebeasts with high-level powers had a lifespan of up to 500 years. In SULIME REALM, the possessor of high-level power lived up to 500 years at most.

I yelp in pain and fall to the ground and change back to my human form. “Master!!!” The witch shouts, running to him as the dust settles. A pile of rubble now settles where Elina once stand. Elina! No, she can’t be dead. She can’t! “Your little light show was fun.” My heart flutters when I hear her voice. She’s okay. She moves away from the broken bricks and walks towards the witch, the Titus, in wolf form. “But now I’m done playing your game.” With a snap of her finger, both Titus and the witch float in the air. She clenches her fist. They both scream loud in pain. Titus changes back to his human form as the blood accumulates in pockets all over their bodies.

My voice sounded firm and warm. She looked at me and waved her head.“If you know who I am, will you still accommodate me?” I went still for a while, just looking at her. What if I’ve harbored the enemy? Man, that would be very bad. "Who are you? I cannot decide anything by just guessing. “ She smiled at my courage. "I am a witch from the Siki forest. I was wounded by a wolf with black Magic called Slyvia”... I frowned immediately, that Slyvia again. Why is she not dead?

I explained, “Witches do it, so they kill their prey slowly and painfully. Now I don’t care anymore if you live or die. But if you don’t want to suffer more, you better open those plump lips and start answering what I ask you. Are we clear?” The slither poison was a deadly venomous poison made by witches who use dark magic. The poison would burn you from the inside out. Eating every muscle, killing your monster side first, and once you are a human, it will burn and kill you, making you drown in your blood. Every organ melts inside you, and you can feel it as it moves inside like a snake. “Now,” I said, retaking a seat, “The first question, Why does Nikolas think I’m royal?”