Primordial Slime Novels & Stories

The Primordial clutches its own head as if something inside it is speaking. “You introduce… contradiction,” it murmurs. Its eyes, those terrible, infinite eyes—shift. And then they focus on me. On me. Recognition flares. “You,” it says slowly. “You are origin.” The ground beneath my feet vanishes. I fall and the Primordial reaches down toward me with a hand that is no longer entirely alien. Its fingers are reshaping. Becoming smaller. Becoming human. And just before they close around me, the world goes completely, violently white.

As a monk and a scholar of the ancient ways, Zoran was the pack’s primary connection to the history of their kind. Zoran felt the weight of their collective gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "For the creatures to possess primordial energy... it is a grave omen," he said with a grave voice . "Primordial energy is not something that can be manufactured or conjured from thin air. It is the very essence of an ancient wolf.. It is a life force."

He looked exhausted, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he was trying to piece everything together. “I am not entirely sure what it all means yet, Chiara,” he admitted, sitting at the edge of the bed. There was honesty in his voice, raw and unguarded. He let out a quiet sigh before giving me a faint, tired smile. “You always manage to surprise me.” “Is it something bad?” I asked, my voice smaller than I intended. He let out a low chuckle, though it carried little humor, and glanced briefly away before meeting my eyes again. “Primordial means you come from one of the oldest bloodlines. A lineage that ruled these lands long before the current packs existed.”

Another slid up her thigh, pushing the heavy wool of her habit higher until it bunched around her hips, fully exposing her simple white cotton panties. “Please… this is wrong,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am sworn to God. I cannot…” The words died in her throat as the largest tentacle, thick as her wrist, covered in soft, pulsing ridges, pressed firmly against the soaked crotch of her panties. The tip flared and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, smearing thick, pearlescent slime through the thin fabric. The moment the slime touched her skin, fire ignited in her veins.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a hundred figures stepped out—not shifters, and not machines, but Primordial Predators of the Zero Cycle, their fur a thick, violet-black stardust, their eyes glowing with the carnal, prehistoric hunger of the ones who first broke the world. "Welcome to the End of the Food Chain, Darlene," the Leader of the First Pack growled, his voice a perfect mirror of Eryx’s own primal instincts. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Wolves who made the King."

Her hands hold onto me, wrapping themselves around my back and squishing her against me. I hug her and rub her shoulder. “It’s okay.” I hear her breath shudder with an incoming sob. Confusion makes me cradle her tighter and I realize I don't know what to do with my hands except hold her. My eyes drift to what came out of Priam’s body and I see it’s a dark sludge. It’s as dark as tar and it gleams with an evil shine. Danis coughs and takes deep heavy breaths. He chuckles afterward and glances at Scarlett and me. His eyes drift to the sludge and anger lights up his eyes in a violent flicker of light,

" I sit and she transfers her power to me. I can feel the heat in my body. It hurts a lot, but I know I have to endure it. I need to take the Alpha’s head tomorrow morning. *** Note. (Primordial wolves are the most powerful werewolves in existence and no werewolf can match their power. They possess the ability that normal werewolves don’t. They are aggressive and extremely powerful. They are very strong and intelligent. They are vengeful and cruel and extremely enchanted, with keen senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste.)

They surrounded the concentrated ore unconsciously. Pairs of eyes were fixed on the fist-sized blue essence at the core of the concentrated ore from the deep sea. Everyone began to swallow unconsciously. The Primordial Concentrated Ore! That was a Primordial Concentrated Ore! The word "Primordial" indicated the simplest and earliest essence power at the beginning of the world. It was the essence of the concentrated ore from the deep sea. Even in the Sea Clan, this kind of essence was very rare. Basically, there might not be a concentrated ore that contained a Primordial Concentrated Ore in an ore vein that had tens of millions of concentrated ores in it.

It’s a dark purple, it’s so enormous and poisonous upon breathing the smoke it releases. Samael laughed insanely, like there’s no tomorrow. Evil like him doesn’t just give up so easily and he’ll do everything to conquer the entire magic realm. Alice and the sisters frowned. It was the first time they saw a powerful devil slime and they couldn’t identify its weakness because its body is not just slimy but it also becomes a poisonous smoke when Demonise tries to slice it and it will grow back like nothing happened. This type of slime is so dangerous because the smoke could kill when inhaled.