Chaos Primordial God Novels & Stories

A Primordial, newly awakened and furious. Kai, Maya, Dax, and Ghost formed a protective circle around Celeste, their combined power feeding into hers. But they were struggling. The Primordial was too strong. “MORTAL CHILD,” it boomed in a voice like mountains grinding. “YOU DARE BIND ME? ME, WHO SHAPED THIS WORLD BEFORE YOUR GODDESS EXISTED?” “I don’t want to bind you,” Celeste shouted back, her voice strained. “I want to send you back to sleep. Back to the peace you knew before this fool woke you.”

It can be judged from this fact alone on how unimaginably vast the Void was. "And then comes those monsters bred by Chaos itself." Tristan scoured the old man's memory and acknowledged the only special body that the void has birthed other than the Primal Author. The Chaos Monsters were maleficent creatures that wished only for mayhem and destruction. Alas, The Primal Author also used these hapless distorted invaders to serve a cause into his cycle of life. "You really were a wise old fool." Tristan could not help but shake his head at this point. Perhaps he was the only one who knew the ugly truth of the Primal Author's creative manipulations.

"Do any of you know the story about the children of chaos and Gaea? The Greek legends?” Willow perks up and has her laptop ready for note-taking and research. “I know a little bit but I have a feeling, not as much as you.” I continue to explain the history of our realm. "Chaos and Gaea were the first Gods. No one knows how they were created but they were first and became what they were at the beginning of time. Chaos is the God of void and emptiness. He ruled over the plains of darkness and shadow. Gaea is the Goddess of light and creation. She is also often referred to as Mother Earth as she created all life and what is needed to sustain life in this realm.

I created many females of various species, including many human females, some of the elementals, and angels," Visha described, as this new enlightenment caused an explosion through my brain. I pondered everything she said for several minutes. So many questions flooded my mind, yet my soul guided my brain in feeling this explanation of the universe, and creation was vindicated. "What about God? I mean, I am trying to understand all of this, which is quite deep, but the monotheistic God that most of the human world believes in, whether it be a folk religion, Islam, Judaism, Christianity, etc.," I asked. Visha smiled and said, "the version of God that they believe in is loosely based upon the o

” “What do you mean by the prime four?!” “Ebedi, Zaman, Kalan, and Historia, these are the prime four, the original Gods, the ones who initially took control over the creation energy, but the energy was way too much for the four of them alone, and that is how we came to exist, us, the second generation Gods!” “You mean even the Gods have a hierarchy?!” “Yes!” Ayartma scoffed out the word, bothered with that fact, however, she was happy that the man was smart enough to keep up with her story, for she saw a very promising alliance lurking between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed and sealed.

After an amount of time inconceivable for a normal human, the psionic storm eventually asks the question, “why am I doing this?” This question starts a cascade of other questions which slowly but surely make the storm more intelligent. With enough time, time that is uncountable for humans, the storm becomes aware of itself and slowly it compresses the storm into what one could call, a primordial soul due to its nature coming directly from the void. A primordial soul is a soul with so much psionic power that it could technically cause the creation of a galaxy. Bigger primordial souls can theoretically create another universe. In the entire history of humankind, there have been only 2 cases of

It crashed through the Chaos' primal hunger for destruction and shattered it in an instant. That scent was cool and vast and supreme, like the laws of heaven and the fundamental order that kept all things in motion. It was the scent of the master he had followed through countless ages, the one he had slept a hundred million years waiting to serve again. He was Chaos. Born in the first breath of creation, he was a primordial creature whose sole purpose was to carry heaven's will. He was heaven's mount. Landon, who was standing before him and looked so ordinary, held the supreme power of heaven, the one force that commanded his obedience by instinct.

And the hooded Prime Lord in the middle moved forward a little to speak to us. “Primes are a rare occurrence, a glitch in the system of time and space, and you boys are the second set of glitches in your reality. That is to say, amongst the trillions of life forms within your reality, you are both extremely unique, and that’s why you are here today.” Wow! Just wow, was all my mind could manage. “And who was in the first set?” I wondered to myself. “Oh! This one’s mind is quite active” said Adi, as I realized it could read it.

“My talisman. Do you think it can be retrieved?” I shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not sure how that works. You traded it and Lysel’s to create the hunters. It now belongs to the god of chaos. It is the main one that creates.” “Have you ever met this god of chaos?” I shake my head, “No. I’m a dragon, I’m a young dragon, but I’m just as mortal as you in their eyes. The spirits are immortal until someone willingly takes their place.”

It was as impressive as it was terrifying. My eyes continued to shamelessly scan him over. His head was almost shaven with only very short midnight black hair that gave him a tough exterior. There was an evident pleased smirk playing in the corner of his mouth and as I met the deep green-blue color of his eyes with my own I gasped. It was evident that this was the god Enosos, the god witch my mother had bargained with. The whole thing filled my with dread but also with curiosity. He beamed of passion and excitement as he his eyes only focused on me. He clearly had enjoyed my ogling.