The Slug Novels & Stories

"Taelin do you remember what I told you regarding Robert and Halbert?" "That anyone, and any matter in the whole world should always take precedence over them. That if a baby showed up on our steps I should spend the day trying to conversate with that child before dealing with them. That you would rather I shove a live Squargle up your rectum before forcing you to speak to them... Oh and you so eloquently added and boy is it running out of oxygen." A Squargle was a small a small animal that looked like a Cross of a Guinea pig and a hedgehog. With one exception, it's back was covered in some of the sharpest thorns you have ever felt, that happened to be as hard as steel as well.

[ IN WHICH HE SIGHS IN RELIEF ] SIN’S P.O.V — I look down. Vomit. “That’s the parasite!” Greed screams from somewhere behind me. That is when I notice something moving in my lap. This thing in my lap is green amidst her dark, red vomit— she had coughed up some of Rome's blood. But that is the least of my concerns. I am more concerned why this strange green thing has been coughed up along with the blood. This greenish organism is in the shape of a slug; something I have never seen before. The tiny creature wiggles its body repeatedly in the space of my thighs, scurrying around as it looks for another host to feed on and poison.

With one brisk movement the class moved their head to the direction of the Professor knowing that he had something up his sleeve. “It is not just slug intestines.” He pulled out a mysterious plum slug out of a jar with black toy eyes, grabbed the slug out of the jar and firmly put the slug on the palm of his hand waving in front of us. “This is a Radioactive Wine Slug.” He stepped off the podium bringing his hand out to each desk showing us the slug. “The slug intestines are poisonous, but we found a way to make them drinkable to our kind. Brewing has never been so

"Even if I don't have the Saccone name, I still carry the Saccone bloodline. You can't deny my identity over something so trivial, can you?" As she spoke, Nevaeh began to cry, looking as though she was utterly wronged.

I circumvented the house and strolled down the busy street, slipping my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I looked around. I was grateful that nobody followed me. Sometimes, I simply wanted to be alone. The weather was perfect that day-sunny with a few clouds. Suddenly, I had a craving for ice cream. But then, thoughts of my diet flooded my mind, and I groaned aloud. A passerby shot me a strange look as he walked by with his child, and I smiled as if I hadn't just sounded like a cow. I settled for a slushie and entered a store that conveniently had a slushie machine. The guy behind the counter gave me a disapproving look, but I pursed my lips and made myself a slushie. Being the indulge

One big black toad was rumbling its throat fiercely before sticking its tongue out to a smaller mud slime in front of it. “GROAKKK!!” the sound erupted from its throat before its tongue latched onto the slime. The slime has no voice to sound as it was just made from water, so the only sound it could emit is ‘blob’ when it was hauled and swallowed by the giant toad.

But when I look back towards the room again and find Faiza grinning wickedly at me, I realize that it’s not quite so secret as I thought. “Fine, cuteness aside,” Faiza says, lifting a hand up so her palm is flat to the ceiling, almost like she’s carrying a tray of drinks. “I come bearing gifts!” “Gifts?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow, clutching my coffee and taking another sip. “What gifts?” “All right, fine, not gifts,” Faiza says, giving a cavalier little shrug. “But I do come bearing…slugs!” My mouth falls open when a little slug appears on her hand, perched on a leaf, looking…honestly, as defeated as I’ve ever seen a slug look. He wiggles his antennae halfheartedly, like he no longer has th

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.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

Our knockback force was halted when the sea leech caught us with its slimy body. I was to react and shiver at the sensation, but considering that it just helped us, I figured that I should keep a straight face. ‘T-Thank you. Where’s the sea king?’ I asked. ‘She’s fighting the man you warned us about.’ From the tone of its voice, I was surprised that the slug is a female. ‘We can help her. But in return, you have to help us get there.’ I was thankful - and maybe lucky - that I didn’t have to use my influence on him. Hell, how could you even tell what kind of expression a slug has?!