Primordial Slime Novels & Stories

It lasted not for more than a minute as heavy cries sounded like hot water bubbling, extravasated in their ears. Ryley, who had jumped past them and was struggling to free Reyne from the cage of the cocoon, stood affixed in his spot because an end number of disgusting, wiggly woggly unidentified creatures rushed through the threshold. They were all green. Jiggling like slime. Although they had a pair of hands, legs, eyes and even nose, that did not remain as is. None remained in a set position for more than a second, and they kept shaking like jelly. Another disgusting thing was the path of slime they left behind them on the floor, like a snail.

We’re on our feet, about to shuffle into normal seating positions when Miles glances at Shane. “We’ve gotta do something about Dreadborn before it strikes again.” Rakim swivels toward him, his dreadlocks bouncing faintly. “But how the hell do you stop something like that? Something we can barely even see.” “Fucker looks like it’s made out of smoke.” Shane stands with both palms pressed to his desk, his head bowed in thought for a long moment. When he finally lifts his gaze, there’s sheer resolve in his eyes. “The folklore is real,” he whispers. “Which means at some point, Primordials truly took on the form of humans.”

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

With a punch, the four sides cracked and a crack appeared. Golden gas seeped out of the crack. This was Primordial Chaos Ancient Qi.

The Reclamation’s cracks widened. And then A new sound broke through. Not thunder. Not wind. **Drums.** From deep within the cliffs, a rhythm began. It wasn’t mortal. It wasn’t divine. It was **primordial**. The sky changed. The ground began to bleed. Elias dropped his book. “Oh gods… they’re not just here to reclaim land. They’re called the Stoneblood.” Aria turned sharply. “That’s a myth.” “Not anymore.” From the base of the cliffs, the earth tore open.

said Chaos, petting the trembling skeletons as they calmed down a bit… However, the sight of a young man petting cracking trembling skeletons was something that those watching would leave imprinted into their memories. After that, Chaos evolved the Slimes. Each Slime had a different color, and depending on the color, they were particularly stronger, sometimes even being able to use some elemental attacks. Red Slimes were able to fire fireballs, Blue Slimes fired water bullets, Black Slimes used shadows, and so on… They all evolved into High Slimes, and Slime Kings at SS-Rank after being exposed to Miasma and then evolved! Each one of the slimes became a giant and fatty slime with a crown ove

"Fuck Ty..... what am I going to do? I can't lose Selene... if that asshole even tries to lay a hand on her, I will make sure he never sees the light of day ever again." "You mean the light of the moon?" Ty says. "Shut up Ty.... you forget who he is??? He's not like any other fucking leech... he's a primordial like us... he can walk during the day. Nothing can stop this son of a bitch... nothing, except?" I remember something I read on the old archives my great, great, great grandfather had left written when they encountered the primordial as well. "Except what?" Ty asks.. I cleared my throat, and glanced towards him.

“Jai, slimes are delicious. It can be used as delicacies, you know? Especially sweets. They make good jelly.” Jai was stunned. He looked at Darrion as he asked him the question he was suddenly worried about. “Do you mean… Your mother’s puddings were made of…” Darrion narrowed his eyes as the corner of his lips twitched upwards. “Are you disgusted?” Jai frowned and put the recipe down. “I’m more interested in how safe it is for us to eat.” “Oh it’s fine~ You just have to cook it first. It’s just like animal meat, you can eat it after it’s cooked. Slime carcasses would become condensed once it’s cooked, and it could be used as a mix for anything,” Darrion answered with a smile.

The giant emerging from the Atlantic was not a war machine but a disaster of ancient biology. It was the Primordial Malignancy, a remnant from a time when the Earth was a chaotic mix of competing forces. It towered three kilometers high, a jagged mountain of hardened bone, dripping black sludge that instantly destroyed the vibrant new moss it touched. "IT... IS... THE... BITTER... PART... OF... ME," the Earth resonated through Kael's boots. "THE... PART... THAT... HATES... CHANGE."

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.