Primordial Demons Slime Novels & Stories

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.

“It was nothing, I’m just glad you’re okay, really. Before you start, let me first tell you all I currently know about these creatures from the attack last night. First, they’re obviously corpses that have life for some reason. Second, they drink blood, and it makes them become human again. Well, not exactly human but their rotten flesh becomes replaced with normal skin the more blood they take. They’re also super fast and strong and they also heal impossibly fast. Almost nothing can kill them, even with a fatal wound, they keep moving. Only fire hurt one of them, burnt it to ashes, and they all turned to ashes once the sun came up. That’s all.” “Yes, they are corpses, human corpses. They we

They had humanoid forms with limbs but were enveloped in disgusting slime. Despite their grotesque appearance, they moved swiftly, wielding various weapons like machetes, spears, steel pipes, and more. They seemingly utilized whatever they could find. As they moved, the slime on their bodies oozed everywhere. It possessed corrosive properties that emitted white smoke upon contact. Additionally, a foul stench permeated the air. Vardala's face turned pale upon seeing the rampant monsters. "What are these things?" He had no idea about these creatures. Adrian looked at the foes and promptly replied, "These things are likely the mysterious enemies Dragon Prince mentioned."

Again the criminals were usually locked up instead of being killed, which was quite an odd ritual indeed… He almost laughed at the thought of it. In the demon realm, one could kill anybody you wanted as long as you were ready to bear the consequences of angry relatives, and also provided that there was a good reason for that harm. Most times, relatives didn’t even care and depending on your demonic rank, most demons got away easily with anything by just laying subtle mere threats and that was all. Unlike him, he could do whatever he wanted though without seeking the validation of any freaking body. He was a primordial demon, and he had the embodiment of power as he was one of the strongest b

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

' I whispered, and he pulled out of me entirely. 'Not good enough, little wolf. Say it like it is, tell me you want me to fuck you with my huge cock. Or I am going to edge you for the next few hours. I will leave you so frustrated that you will let my dirtiest, evil Demon fuck you for relief.' A creature detached itself from the shadows and slid its way toward us, leaving a trail of disgusting slime. It looked like a huge slug, with a wide, gaping, toothless mouth, stubby arms that were clasped around a big, erect cock that it was rubbing enthusiastically.

Instead of producing a Golden Lycan, he had deformed his own pup. The crowd murmured in disappointment. Some left in disgust. Seizing the chaos, I moved to my black pup and held it gently until a soft click rang out. As my pup began to awaken, its body glowed faintly. “What is that?” “That presence… It’s the aura of a Primordial!” The council gasped, pointing toward me. People also stopped in their tracks. The light grew brighter, illuminating half the sky. However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow.

It would have made his heart sink if they were made to fight slimes after all the training and preparations they had gone through for such a day. “These are DemiWolves. They’re wild monsters that are usually found in desert regions, where there is scarce food and water.” If their extremely lean stature didn’t give this away, then their hungry eyes definitely sold the story to the listening students. They paid attention as Lucielle explained further. “Their claws and fangs are especially useful for tearing apart flesh and crushing bones. As you can see, they’re very desperate creatures. As if on cue, the DemiWolves began to snarl and bark.

I answered, wrapping my legs around him and inviting him in. Without hesitation, my knight in shining armor entered me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the size of him. I grabbed onto him, feeling my sanity unravel as pleasure took over. As our bodies moved together, something shifted inside me. Something primal. The hollow ache I'd carried for years began to fill with something warm, something real. The mystery man’s control started to slip and his eyes flickered between red and pure silver, his breathing ragged. "I need…" he growled against my neck, his fangs extending. "I need to mark you."

The voice slithers through the ruins, wrapping around my spine, curling like smoke through the cracks in my soul. Did you really think you could unmake me? That tearing their chains would silence me? The air freezes. The light flickers. And from the wound in the sky, it steps through. Not a shadow. Not a man. A god. No—worse than that. The Primordial. Its shape is a lie. A thousand forms at once, shifting like smoke and silk, eyes blooming and blinking and burning out in an endless cycle. Its smile is carved from the bones of night.