Chaos Primordial God Novels & Stories

"I don't want to say it again. Tsk, you deaf? " "Freak you, Xeenalah! What's the codename again? " "H... " "A letter? " "Uhm, I'm not sure. Maybe some symbol from elements… " "Or initial… " She added. "Maybe or I don't know. " "Good thing you said that to me. Freyia's have the same blood as ours but we don't know anything. We can't trust that much anyone now. You know, pain change people, " Celestina said.

Subsequent to, the other one said, " I am the primordial God of darkness and the consort of Night —Erebus." John was flabbergasted or perhaps, he thought he was in his fantasy world without any indecision, so to investigate if that was dream or not, he tweaked his skin, however, at first he hesitated, but soon he understood that it was required to check the outcome — though, it was not as he anticipated, he felt the pain, the pain one felt when tweaked the skin. He was freaked out, at that moment, he was feeling like a some jerk, who is given a chance to see the great two, rumored Goddess and God, 'Theia, the Goddess of the light of the blue sky and Erebus, primordial God of darkness and the

She pulled the container out of her bag. “My miscarriage isn’t normal. Someone has been using this evacuation pills on me.” She wasn’t a hundred percent sure, but it was the only explanation that made sense. She shoved the medicine in his face. Not knowing what to expect. “Draven, this means I can give you an heir. I am Luna. It’s my right.” She bit. She sounded like a pathetic desperate bitch. But that was all her brain could think of. But Draven didn’t say a word.

Our merged form channeling creation energy on a scale that made our previous attempts look pathetic. The Primordials lunged. We unmade them. Not consuming like the Void Emperor. Not erasing like they did. Transforming. Taking their chaotic essence and rebuilding it into ordered matter that could no longer threaten existence. Four Primordials became trees. Beautiful, ancient, harmless. Two became mountains. The last became a river that sang with their stolen voices, lamenting entropy forever lost. The Void Emperor fled. Not through portals. Not through dimensional rifts. He simply ceased existing in this location, relocating his consciousness to somewhere we could not immediately reach.

“That’s Erebus, the primordial of darkness. I thought X had killed him along with Ra, but...I was wrong. “He’s a primordial?”, Willow asked, involuntarily moving back. Those guys were too powerful to mess with. He looked back at Erebus. He was just standing there, watching. “Oh yes, he’s not a real void god, since he has no cognitive abilities.” Zoi touched the back of his head, and the eyes turned bright purple. “But, he’ll be more than enough to take care of you.” He was gone before anyone could say anything, appearing behind Willow. “Destroy.” He said simply, and punched Willow in the back. He felt his bones crack as he was hurled forward and crashed into Zoi’s throne. “If you’ll excuse m

-Do you know who Azael is? He looks at me with a terrified face. -Azael Grimm? The new? - I'm not quite sure it's called that, but I nod my head because there aren't many people named Azael in this country. So much less in high school. What's more, I think there is only one person in the world named like that and that is him. -What's the matter with him? - He's the one who bumped into us on the day of the dance, Jason- I say bluntly.

Order spent some time observing this to make sure it worked perfectly before going to the other three to show them what Order had discovered. Creation and Darkness were impressed where as Chaos was furious that their creations were used but his was left out so in a jealous fit he unleashed the dark swirling mass he now calls a blackhole. To suck it all up and destroy it all. Creation and darkness started bickering with Chaos but Order saw why Chaos reacted the way he did. Order had all three of them make their creations again and ordered them where the black holes floated on the outside of the organized clusters of suns planets and moons we all know now as a solar system. All four of them l

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

“Only when my daughter or her blood, falls in love with a wolf, and bears a child from that love… only then will the curse break.” “And that child… that child will mark the end of chaos and the beginning of something greater.” “The man she loves will become the strongest Alpha ever to walk this earth. No blade shall touch him. No enemy shall defeat him. No spirit shall bind him.” And then just as her breath began to fade, she whispered something else. A final line of the curse, but not in the common tongue. It was old. Ancient. Forbidden. A language lost to time. No one understood the words.