Witch Slime Novels & Stories

She looked to Takashi disbelief in her eyes. All of them in pain and vomiting, and convulsing, until they stopped moving. She looked for Sachi in the frames, but she couldn’t find her. Probably among the pile in the living room, the kitchen, the stairs. Just scattered everywhere and then back to Takashi and she tried to get up again. “It’s no use Megumi, you’ll be dead soon. Don’t fight it” he whispered patting her head again. “You….you…” she wheezed.

This seemed to confirm his thoughts. "Wow, that translucent creature of the demon race is so adorable. What a pity it got electrocuted to a crisp," Willow said while looking at the burned slimer. It was also the first time Lisa looked surprised. Those things with chicken or pig heads were normal to her. However, the translucent little creature had caught her attention. Walter and Yara remained stoic. They thought of the slimer as a weak creature of the demon race. "Was that a slimer?"

He put his arm around my body, pulling me against him, setting off calm and sparks throughout my body. The waiter brought out bread for us. Then a different waiter came out with a charcuterie board. He placed it in front of us and said, “Compliments of the chef. Here we have some parmesan flown in from Italy this morning, aged twenty-four months, our most popular imported salami, prosciutto di San Daniele, and our house-made mozzarella.” He pointed out each item as he spoke. After our main course was served, a tall man dressed in a suit came over to our table. As soon as I inhaled his scent, I instantly recognized that he was a werewolf from our neighboring pack that owned the pharmaceutical

Darrion said. “Similar. Hmm… It was said they love perching on a tree branch or flying through the leaves. They must be pretty durable then,” Jai commented, reading his notes again. “I’ve never encounter this type of slime before. It’s in the uncommon section for a reason,” Darrion wondered. “Oh hey, we’re almost there.” “Take your time, we’ll be here until sunset,” Jai said, writing down his assumption about the creature in the next page.

Bima cursed. They reached the narrow gap and hid behind it. From there, they could see all the chaos unfolding. The Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS was being swarmed by Twitchers, fighting desperately to keep recording. The Lurker Slime emerged from the darkness, its eyes glowing red, seeing the Vlogger BOSS as a new threat. The monster lunged at the Vlogger BOSS mercilessly. WHAM! HIIISSSSSSS! The Vlogger BOSS was struck by the coiling body of the Lurker Slime, his freezer dented.

She gritted her teeth as she felt the worm letting go and Drake flung it back into the lake. “What the fuck was that thing?” “We call them vampire worms. They breed in springtime but disappear in summer. Why the hell would you go into the lake with those things breeding and looking for blood?” Reese frowned again as nausea hit her. “I didn’t know about the weird vampire worms. Why the hell do you have vampire worms in your lake?” Drake shook his head and huffed out a laugh. He scooped her back into his arms again and started walking back towards the packhouse. He walked in through a side door and headed straight for the elevator as Reese dripped water onto the marble floors.

The beast neighed and kicked its legs pitifully, but couldn’t find a way to right itself. Taking pity on the creature, I leaned down, trying to see if I could help it up. But as I lowered myself, three lumps formed on the horse’s side. It reared its head and froze as the lumps burst, and three slimy white worms burrowed out, writhing and growing plump as they freed themselves from the horse-flesh. I flew backwards, shrieking in disgust. The worms met and squished against each other, their skin merging into an anemone-like shape. The writhing shape crawled down the stairs, out of view. The equine decayed impossibly quickly. In a matter of seconds, it dissolved into a chunky, foul-smelling pud

She paced calmly inside the bedroom while resuming her story. ‘Vampires are not turned. We are born like this. There are eighteen years for us to be at peace with the idea of being immortal. Our bodies protect themselves by not feeling any pain, and healing fast for those eighteen years. We are just like every human being inside but our blood and our nerve system defines our species. Our blood has what humans like to call as fast metabolism, and the absence of pain, they gave it a name, as if it was a disease. But that is not the truth. Between the ages of seventeen and eighteen, one must go through the Rite of Shadows to fully transform. We call it the Rite of Shadows because until you are

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

There was a chill to the air that sept over her skin like a sweet caress and it brought back the bittersweet memory of her walks through woods during her childhood. She looked up as she stepped across the line and into its protection before facing it. Her eyes wandered up as her eyes flickered to their thermal image. The barrier spread high over her head in a dome that covered the house and its surrounding land and flared green within her vision. A mixture of jade and emerald that constantly swirled, a living entity.