Primordial Slime Novels & Stories

said Gerald—who was completely flabbergasted by this point—as he gave a wry smile. “Well… There are quite a few theories as to how the Herculean Primordial Spirit came to be… While some claimed that it appeared due to the transformation of an immensely powerful person—who owned the Immortal Body—, Liemis rejected that theory. After all, despite thorough investigation, no records about such an incident happening were ever found! However, we did find a very important clue,” replied Zyla as she shook her head.

The kind that made you sense a different presence even without setting eyes on them. For a moment, it was almost as if the sky itself was pressing downward on the world Wolves stirred uneasily, sensing danger. Then the clouds split in one loud roar. Light poured down in blinding pillars of fire. And something descended. Something new. It wasn’t Void neither was it wolve. A gigantic figure of burning stone and molten gold, eyes like stagnant pools of lava. The ground cracked beneath its feet. Eryndor whispered in horror, “A Primordial.”

“They may be awakening something dormant—something ancestral.” “Like what?” Tora whispered. Dr. Mira met her gaze. “There were rumors… old records buried in dragon sanctums and Lycan lore. About a time before the species separated. Of beings that were not one or the other, but both—perfectly balanced. Some called them ‘Primals.’” Jax’s eyes widened. “Are you saying our baby is…?” “I’m saying,” Mira interrupted gently, “you might be carrying the first true Primal to be born in thousands of years.”

This is your chance! "Hurry!" Lia pulled Bima along. They both moved faster toward the light, hoping it was an exit or at least something they could use. Bima's leg screamed in pain, but adrenaline pumped through his body. The green light grew brighter, illuminating a small section of the tunnel. And there, they saw it. The monster. The Slime Lurker was a giant eel-like creature with blackish skin coated in thick slime. Its massive body was coiled around a metal box that was blinking green.

“Run.” The silver Source’s voice cut through chaos. Not a suggestion. A command wrapped in terror Lena had never heard from it before. She didn’t run. Couldn’t. Her eyes locked on the thing fighting the third Source. It was massive. Shapeless. Like darkness given weight. Where it touched, reality broke. Cracked. Bled something that wasn’t blood. “What is that?” she demanded. “The Primal. The thing that birthed all Sources. The original hunger from which all others descended.” The silver Source pulled her backward. “It should be sleeping. Has been sleeping for millennia. But we woke it. By changing. By evolving. By becoming something other than pure appetite.”

[HYDRO SLIME] Rank: Common HP: 80 DEF:10 ATK:15 A type of monster that can digest whatever they eat using a strong acid. They don't usually have any distinct shape and appear as large masses of gelatinous fluid. Slime vary between mediums, with some being intelligent and capable of assuming basic shapes with others being nothing more than brainless piles of goo that dissolves whatever matter becomes enveloped by their bodies. Skills: Water mimicry, 2 Combo attacks. "Skills" Water mimicry- Acts like still water to lure in prey.

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. "Another thing to know about slimes is that they can regenerate their body back to normal shape as long as one of their cells remain, so slimes cannot truly die unless you break their core. By collecting their core, one can use them to gain an endless supply of the slime liquid to use in potions. Slimes are very protective of its core, which functions as its heart, and would do its utmost to protect it," explained Ms. Nancy.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Raw, screaming proto-matter bleeding from the wound the Unraveler left behind. It oozed. A slick, iridescent black-purple sludge crawling over the bulkhead near the main viewport. Not liquid, not solid. Alive and hungry. Where it touched the polished metal, the surface bloomed. Not flowers. Nightmares. Jagged crystals, spiked and weeping the same vile sludge, erupted. Organic circuitry writhed like maggots. The air above it shimmered, warping light into nausea. Corruption. Pure, undiluted. Eating the is and replacing it with wasn't meant to be.

"I can smell his arrogance." We reached what used to be the Grand Prismatic Spring. It was now a massive, churning lake of bubbling magma and toxic, glowing green sulfur. And it wasn't empty. As our presence registered, the magma lake began to boil violently. A dozen massive, serpentine heads broke the surface. They were Magma-Wyrms—blind, heavily armored beasts born from the earth's core, their scales glowing like hot coals. They didn't have wings, but their jaws were lined with rows of obsidian teeth.