Chaos Primordial God Novels & Stories

Liv nodded. She whispered, and the glamour of her young self slowly dissipated. It still amazed me how she was using her energy to keep her youth. She walked close and sat on the rock in front of me. She sat there looking down for a long while, thinking before she looked at me. "Your mother was to become the High Priestess of the Sisters of Eternity." she sighed, "Ophelia is the oldest and the coven thought she would be the next High Priestess but the temple didn't choose her." I frowned, looking at her.

Even though the devil puppets were cleared away, the puppet godfather's aura was still intact, and with a lift of his hands, layers of dead air once again dispersed in all directions, and this time, it was even Feng Jiutian and the Vermillion Bird Envoys who couldn't hold on any longer. "Big Dipper Seal!" A Primordial Realm Immortal raised his palm and charged down towards the Puppet God, however, with a flick of the Puppet God's sleeve, the black mist transformed by the Dao Death Qi instantly impacted upwards, and with a rumbling sound, it directly shook the Realm Immortal back.

"What the... why am I hearing things? Did the A.I. rebel and start attacking cities? Is the apocalypse starting? What is happening to me?" "Host, do not be afraid." Terrified, I remained frozen. "What are you?" "Congratulations, Host. The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System, or The Primordial System, has selected you to be your guide to becoming the strongest in the Universe and participating in the Multiverse." My jaw dropped. "The Supernatural Divine Godly Power System? The strongest in the universe? The Multiverse what?" The information overloaded my senses. I sat down, attempting to process the revelation. "The system, the strongest in the universe – is this some kind of joke?"

And not just any magic—bloodline magic, the kind that left a mark in the air long after the fire died. Only one clan had ever carried that kind of power. The White Wolves. The Rosewood Clan. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven—Alpha King, ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack—stood atop the cliffs of the ancient stone circle, overlooking the ruins his ancestors had once sworn to protect. His hands were clenched behind his back, but tension rolled off his shoulders like heat. Someone had invoked old power. Without his permission. Without his knowledge. And worse? They’d done it under his nose.

Biel said and Lion nodded. “They are the relics of the gods, the divine objects Nadine must seek to control her power,” the old man said and she looked at him with a frown. “The power of chaos needs conduits to stabilize itself. We don't know how much power you have, even though there is no doubt left that you are primordial. The gods have left relics that help primordials manage their power; according to history, these objects are the ones left by the lord of chaos on our planet.” “That sounds complicated,” Biel said. “Do you have any idea where to get it the objects?”

If he was 'one head', how many heads are there then? "What's a primordial? " I asked. "The substantial body of Gods that controls and oversees the universe. Unfortunately, these very Gods became shortsighted to the truth, and now, the natural flow of time has been sabotaged, in other words; the universe as you know it is in danger" I scoffed. "This is a lot to take in. " Mann put down his veil revealing a broad face and thick long hair. "I am tied to this body as long as I don't recover the utmost control I had over time. "

Eons ago, in the youth of the cosmos, there existed beings that possessed great power, comparable to celestial divinity, known by many as the Io. They ruled over the universe, shaping it to their will through the use of mythical engines of unimaginable power that made gods, the Origins. In time, the Io faded into legend and their universal empires fell apart, now only leaving remnants scattered across space, but the influence of the fabled ‘originals’ can still be felt on any world and in any civilization.

He takes a breath and continues, “The primordial deities were the very first beings born into existence. They are the first race of gods and goddesses. They were astronomical entities, their forms elemental and cosmic, long before they figured out how to shape themselves into physical beings. There are eight of them: Khaos, Gaia, Erebus, Nyx, Tartarus, Hemera, Chronos, and Aether.” He pauses briefly before driving the point home. “Khaos—the Void—was the very first primordial. It’s believed that all the other primordials originated from her. She was the first entity to appear at the dawn of creation, and she is the most powerful of them all. After her came Gaia, the primordial goddess of Eart

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

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."