Cloud Slimes Novels & Stories

"That translucent little thing was so adorable. How can you call it a snot monster? Let's call it a slimer like Chase did." "If only we could keep one. I'll take it everywhere I go." Lisa ignored the looks on the other foreign demons' faces who seemed to want to chomp down on all of them. She started to imagine what it looked like to have a slimer. "I think it's best to focus on surviving first, Lisa." Walter was exasperated by her and quickly reminded her about the situation. "Is there anything special about the slimer?" Universal Element Priest was now enlightened with the Order of the Sky. Even though they were surrounded by the foreign demons, he was not in a panic.

Sitting on four thrones of bone were the remaining High Alphas: Alpha Malakor of the Frost-Claw Alpha Hestia of the Ember-Bane Alpha Vorax of the Shadow-Stalkers Alpha Thorne (The Younger) of the Iron-Fang (Silas’s son, a boy barely nineteen). But they weren't sitting like rulers. They were slumped, their eyes rolled back, and thin, translucent filaments—like spider silk—connected the napes of their necks to a massive, pulsating mass of grey slime hanging from the ceiling. "You're late, Elias," a voice spoke. It didn't come from the Alphas. It came from the slime.