Primordial Demons Slime Novels & Stories

Liam said quietly. The came from a ditch on our left, six or seven of them. Their skin was gray, eyes burning with a dull crimson glow and horns curled unevenly from their skulls that looked almost human like. Their mouths held a rows of sharp teeth that snapped every time their bodies twitched like being puppets tugged by invisible strings. Demons, but not the kind that mattered, these were the lowborn filth that crawled from the rifts between the worlds, they were scavengers that fed on the dead.

It called to Elena, a resonance that vibrated through her very bones, a promise of salvation that she could not ignore. But the Primordial's servants were waiting. They poured from the shadows like a tide of nightmares, their forms twisted and terrible, their eyes burning with cold fire that held no mercy. They were not creatures of flesh and bone, but of pure darkness given shape—hungry, relentless, and utterly without pity. Their claws dripped with shadow that sizzled against the stone floor, and their voices rose in a chorus of ancient hatred that shook the chamber to its foundations. The sound was like nothing Elena had ever heard, a cacophony of rage and hunger that threatened to drown

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whereas demons have grotesque bat wings. When you mix the two, it turns out you get something like my wings, smooth, dark blue, and like a dragon wing. Minus the boney parts and scales. Dad said the skin on our wings actually resembles the skin of sharks, which makes us very, very fast flyers. But what sets us apart from our predecessors, is that the wings can change shape. Quite literally.

The voice didn’t feel like it came from anywhere; instead, it was reverberating in everyone’s heads. Romina covered her chest, and her expression changed. “Sir York! This is a legendary Demon Monk of the Smalt Sect!” Even the disciples of the Smalt Sect were shocked when they heard the name. In the legends of the Smalt Sect, Demon Monks were created with evil magic using dying monks. They’d still have their own consciousness, but they didn’t need food or sunlight. They would slumber in their coffins till the end of time, and wake up if they were summoned.

Nancy was going over a few beast-type magical creatures, discussing their rankings and abilities. "Slime, class-pawn creatures, rank at the bottom of the food chain. Slimes can stretch their body to unbelievable shapes, sizes, and have different abilities depending on the color. For example, Green Slime can excrete acid. Blue Slimes are water-based while Red Slimes are fire-based." Ms. Nancy had them open their books; on the page to the left was the picture of the different colored slimes, with information written on the bottom.

And it was trapped inside the body of a girl I had treated like garbage for eighteen years. The irony wasn't lost on me. "Get some sleep," I told Daren. "I need you clear-headed tomorrow." He wandered off toward his tent, and I was alone again with my thoughts. The truth was, I didn't fully understand what Sylari had become. The vaelth spoke of something called the Primordial, an ancient force that predated all the races, something the Moon Goddess herself had tried to destroy and failed. They said Sylari was its vessel, its prison, its cage.

One faction is to serve the Palace as general servants while the other factions are to serve members of the Imperial Family. Blue is the colour scheme for the servants belonging to the faction of the Frost Palace, in short these servants directly serve the Third Prince Jin Huan. As for the others, the general servants are clad colours of dark maroon. As for the Emperor, the faction of servants appointed are naturally larger, they are clad in black. The faction which serves the emperor, the colour black truly makes them look more imposing. These people their positions may be that of a servant but their worth is comparable to those revered generals or martial arts masters.

She dared not take another action and warned everyone quickly, “Don’t move. Don’t resist. Just go down this way.” At the same time, the dark demonic lotus inside Alex’s body suddenly said to him, “Be careful. There are Primordial Spirits here. They are dead souls sacrificed during the great war between primordial gods and demons. They have turned into peerless dreadful devils in this special environment. This place is definitely a dreadful place. I can’t suppress them even with my demonic attribute.”