Slime Witch Novels & Stories

Nik went ahead to tell them about the Zombie witches. I could feel the dread rolling off of them in waves. "Do you really think I will believe your bullshit?" Alpha Ralph crossed his arms. "No. But you best believe your eyes." He said and at the snap of his fingers, four slaves pushed in a large screen on wheels. It turned on and then a video started playing—a video I hadn't seen before. A man was standing next to an old woman in a black cloak. "That's Adrik and a witch—an extremely strong one."

Females are scarce, witches even more so, but I've scented one. She smells ripe and potent. Her essence lingers like venom in a vein...berries, earth, and wild magic that could swell my coffers with heirs. No more scraping for half-breed spawn from unwilling sluts. This one will breed true, or I'll wring her dry trying.ur. "Slither back to your swamps. This ground's claimed."

Effect: +1 luck. Last wishes of weak pink slimes? Now that he looked around, Zen saw that there were no more tiny pink slimes using him as a playground. Only one was left, and it was the only one who wanted to become his pet. “Meep!” Zen accepted the request, and he received a new title. === Slime Tamer Description: Your compassion for the weak baby slimes moved their hearts. Effects: You can summon a pink slime pet in dungeons floors 1 to 10 for 5 seconds every 2 minutes.

My hands were still moving and went under her dress. “What are you…. ahhh!” “See.” I waved the silver across her face, it glistened with traces of her blood, and threw it to the floor. She gulped loudly and began to speak. “She is called Talitha. She's a head Witch but was made a slave by the Alpha and there's something between them he hates her but doesn't want to let her go.” “A witch? Hades is crazy over those heathens it's laughable are you sure you aren't making this up?”

"You indeed are his mate. You were marked by the golden dragon?" "Yeeees?" "That's strange," she looked at her feet thoughtfully. How did she see it? She looked back at me. "What are you?" "Witch," "What kind of witch?" "Shadow and nature kissed, my powers are drawn from three elements, autumn the strongest. The rest are…" "What's a shadow witch?" "Oh, it's a rare kind of witch, I'm the only one in existence. Shadow witches are witches that stand between the living, the dead and the moon…"

The two remaining rogue witches were already gliding across the black mud, their tattered ash-colored cloaks expanding like the wings of predatory birds. "Kill the Alpha's whore!" the lead witch shrieked. Her face, horribly scarred and blackened from Elena's deflected shield earlier in the nursery. "Siphon her core! Drain the lineage before the King can break the wall!" The two hags raised their skeletal hands in perfect unison, their lips moving at a frenetic, unnatural speed. “Sanguine. Vinculum. Pestis!” A massive wave of putrid, undulating dark magic erupted from their clawed fingers. It didn't travel as fire; it surged forward as a swarm of shadowy, vaporous serpents that hissed and sna

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

They were pale blue, swirling with light, the color of winter storms and strong ice. She had made wings. Not griffin wings in the way the old stories told. These were ice...shards of frozen light that arched from her shoulders like cathedral windows, dark as obsidian, translucent as smoke. They pulsed with her heartbeat. They dripped frost like tears. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And I was the only one who knew what she truly was. A witch. The word settled in my chest like a stone. Not heavy. Not cold. Just... true. Everything clicked into place. The ice. The scars. The binding. The way she had no scent to everyone yet smelled like Herbs and Lavender to me.

Her fingers, hands and arms twitched in an unconventional patterns. The witches of Illinor were confused and enraged by the sight of their subjects falling one after another. The whole battlefield was filled with icy fog, and ice began to cover the ground. Realizing that she was the source of the deadly element, the witches rushed toward her as well as the Black Shaols. With the iced ground, Faline willed glaciers and sharp stalagmites to pierce through both the beasts and the witches' heads. Every enemy ended up dying by the cruel grip of her power.