Primordial Slime Novels & Stories

I heard Ymir's familiar voice call from behind me. I swirled around and it fell on the bloody witch I've been wanting to see. She looked as young as she did back then, she wore a long dark dress and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders. But she wasn't alone. She brought company. It was three other past regent witches she conjured up with necromancy, I could sense their strong magical presence. They all stared at me with bloody intentions of my doom. “Come on Ymir, do you really think that I would be intimidated by these– these parlor tricks?” I say with amusement. “I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.”

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.

"But these pre-cataclysmic texts speak of an older era—before the sun and moon were bound to the sky. An era ruled by the Primordial Frost." "The Primordial Frost?" Marcus frowned. "Is it another shifter tribe?" "No," Aurelia shook her head. "They were not shifters, nor were they beings of elemental mana. They were the primordial static—beings born from the cold void before the world's core ignited. When the First Sovereign and the Sun Queen created the Primarch’s Crucible, they didn't just regulate the world's mana... they sealed the Primordial Frost deep beneath the glaciers of the far North."

"Silas's core... awakened it?" "It didn't just awaken it, Empress," Marcus answered, his voice dropping into a solemn whisper. "The reading matches the ancient northern codices. It's the Leviathan of the Deep Abyssal Trench—the Jörmungandr-Class Primordial. An ancient apex titan that has slumbered since the First Age. It believes the harmonic surge is a challenge to its territorial domain over Earth's oceans." BOOOOOOOOOOOM! A massive, planetary-scale kinetic shockwave slammed into the bedrock of the Frost-Spire Citadel!

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."

It was the Slime monster, a big blob of transparent Slime with a visible fist sized core in it, which were called the Slime Nucleus, it was also it’s weakness and why it was able to move around. “That is correct everyone…It is slime…These real and life like Limbs be fore you..was made from the after products of the Slime that you all see…the perfect replacements for the chemical synthetic materials….This is it…the Slime Flesh….it does not have harmful effects…no poisoning and 100% percent safe for use…not only that…it was very malleable, easy to mold and to use…”. (Rafaela) “But aren’t usually…the Slime would just disintegrates after they died?..”. (Captain Polly Grokham)

=== Beginner Attack Slime Pudding Recipe: 0/1 Boss Slime Goo 0/5 Green Slime Goo Effects: 5% increase in attack for 10 mins === “Boss slime goo?” Zen asked. The chef nodded. “I heard that boss slimes are powerful and hard to find. There’s one that hides in the cave that you can try hunting.” The young chef thought for a while. “Would any boss slime work? For instance, boss slimes born from the merging of smaller slimes.” Shuddering, the chef nodded. “As long as the goo comes from a boss slime, it will work. My recipe is rather simple, so we don’t need any special ingredients. The boss slime goo helps to make the pudding bouncier, so the effects last longer.”

The house froze in incomprehensible expectation. Fear. They were held back by fear. Yarsi felt pressure from above and quickly raised his head. The entire ceiling was covered in thick black slime. The elastic, quivering substance slowly rolled, either merging into a solid carpet, or breaking up into separate clots, shaped like the outlines of human bodies. Somewhere under a thick layer of mucus, dim crimson spots were visible, located side by side in twos. They rolled along with clumps stretching out like heads. Eyes.

Young master Yao screamed in agony because this process caused him to feel like a million of ants eating his hand away. At last, all of the new growth hand of young master Yao has become a pile of black tar-like slime that comes forward to Xhu Wushang. The black slime formed itself up to become like a snake and bowed forward Zhu Wushang. “Fascinating!” Zhu Wushang exclaims in a pleasant surprise as he crouches down, brings his hand near the black slime and lets it climb up to his hand for him to observe it carefully as he stands up. “You’re like Shoggoth but you don't have any organs and also don't need any organs to function. Incredible!” Mumbling to himself like a nerd before he remembers

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.