Primordial Slime Novels & Stories

James frowned and said, "Cut the cr*p already." "Yes, of course.” The creature nodded frantically and said, "Have you ever heard of the Celestial Ant Race?" James shook his head. He had never heard of this before. The creature explained, "Let's not be hasty, Mr. Caden. Allow me to provide you with an explanation." James looked at him and waited for his explanation. The creature said, "There were ten Superbeasts in the Primordial Age, also called the Ten Primordial Fiends. Both the Gorgers and the Celestial Ants were among the ten."

"So how do we kill this monstrosity. In fact, what do you even call it?" "It is a Leviathan," Ethan starts to explain. "Or Chompers," Connor laughs. "Well, that does still not explain what they are to me? "Let me try this in simple terms," Connor comes to place his hands on my shoulder, now I do know that he is only but mocking me now, yet I let him continue. "They used to be primordial creatures from the sea, that through evolution became able to possess other creatures to survive on land." Somewhat still confused, I ask, "Like humans?"

Liora hesitated for a moment, her luminous form rippling with a cascade of colors before answering, "Yes, and more. It is not just a force but an entity, one that predates even the Song of the Ancients." Niamh, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with a pendant she wore—a keepsake from her guardian initiation—asked, "An entity? One that's powerful enough to merge realms?" Liora's eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, locked onto Niamh's. "It is known as The Primordial. A being from a time when realms were but a singular existence. It seeks to return all to that state of oneness, but not in harmony. In dominance."

a gelatinous form of the Sombra that moved like mercury. "They aren't 'Sovereigns' and they aren't 'Refugees,'" Tommy observed, pointing to the swarms of Abyssal-Shrimp and Giant-Tube-Worms that were moving in a "Macro-Pattern" that defied standard predatory behavior. "They are 'Integrated.' The entire trench is a single, 'High-Pressure-Cerebellum.' It’s the 'Hydro-Symmetry.'"

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.

We pushed through the final wall of the Primal Frost: and then we saw it. The First Mother’s Cradle rose from the ice: a massive: crystalline structure that looked like a cathedral of light and frozen time. It wasn't made of obsidian or marble; it was made of pure: compressed resonance: a glowing: translucent heart that pulsed with the very first rhythm of the world.

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.

“Well it’s primordial slime. Primordial slime likes to feed off demonic energy, changing it to creation. When it starts to shift yellow, you are getting close. When it shifts green you are in demonic presence. If it goes blue you have angelic energy. But I doubt you are going to find that with this.” “Where exactly did you study now? And primordial slime, to be honest I thought primordial anything was a figurative speech of the past.” She gave him a rather devastating smile again. Such a simple thing that had a great effect on him. He had the urge to reach over and touch her. Slide a hand into her

He pointed into the gloom. I increased the light from the globe in my hands, ready to fight, even more ready to run, but saw nothing. Then I noticed movement on the tunnel floor. It was low and flat, and gave off a green glow. It was moving slowly towards us, sliding across the ground. “What is it?” I asked. “A slime,” said Nyx. “Poisonous, probably. Once they attach themselves to you, they don’t let go. Vicious.” It looked like one of those robot vacuum cleaners, but rather than cleaning up, it left a trail of jelly in its wake. It didn’t seem particularly menacing. Slipping on the slime’s trail was probably the biggest danger; might have twisted an ankle.

This was entropy in its most primal state, the original chaos from which all forms of life, consciousness, and meaning had fought desperately to emerge like flowers blooming in the heart of a cosmic storm. Kai Jr., his young face etched with the weight of knowledge, called it the Primordial Chaos. "It's the raw entropy from which everything we are, everything we've ever been, struggled to escape," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "For eternities beyond counting, it has slumbered undisturbed in the deepest foundations of reality, content to remain dormant." But our light, the brilliant harmony we had painstakingly created across species and realms had inadvertently awakened som