Slime Witch Novels & Stories

Her skin was so pale she almost looked dead blue. "What am I?" I whispered. "What are you? Rinette, you are me as I am you," her voice was just like mine but deeper and had multiple echoes following it. "And what are you?" "Shadow witch, you are a shadow witch. Also known as the witches of Hades, " "What does that mean?" I asked as I sat on the floor in a crisscross. "Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?"

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.

Melina's POV. "Melina." I stood up immediately, running to where the alpha stood. If I didn't do that, I knew how bad my day would turn out to be. "Yes Alpha." I said and he smiled, I knew what the smile meant, no matter how I tried avoiding it, my day won't be that easy, I can't smile my way out of this or be obedient. I was born a slave, my family have been slaves half of their lives to the Cresent pack, my mother was a slave till she died, so was my father, I was now an orphan left to become the alpha's slave.

“Good job princess.” I looked around seeing others walking into the woods. One man, a tall slim man dressed all in a black robe was burning something in the fire. The smell seemed to be white. I don’t know why white was the word that first came to me, maybe pure. I looked up at Nikko, “Is he a witch?” Nikko looked down at me, “a warlock maybe. I don’t think he would take kindly to you calling him a witch.” He arched his brow, “why Samantha are you a witch?”

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

Lewis passed his hand over Kataleya's face: “ Hmm... Igor has good taste! Kataleya said nothing and looked at him. Lewis: “ There's no point in trying to bewitch me, I have the neclas stone, which inhibits the spells of witches. Kataleya: “ I know. Lewis: “ You will help me find the jewelry! And no witchcraft or I'll stick my sword in your beloved pirate. Kataleya shivered, her eyes sparkled. “ Hmmm, do you really love him? I see it is a very strong feeling! “ Said a lady entering. It was called Tambiça. She was a sorceress, she was fat, already old, with dreds. Lewis: “ I don't care! The feelings of these two! I want jewelry, riches and luxury! Kataleya: “ You will, as long as you don't hur