Chaos Primordial God Romane & Geschichten

I answered "But why is Chandra a wolf? You said she's a moon phoenix" Princess Sidhiel asked curiously "Ah...there's this thing that some familiars have to encounter after they full-bloomed" Princess Eruvelliel interferes as she continues, "You see just like my baby here before she becomes fully will build as a higher level beast, she still needs to be trained or trained her power. But on the time we meet she already fully covered her level" She continues, "As for Eclipsa, she has Chandra since the egg and taking good care of it until it grows, Chandra is still a baby I think, so" Princess Eruvelliel signaled me to continue her sentence.

A sudden chill ran through me at the thought. The mother of wolves? The goddess of the moon. She was the one we always prayed to. The one I had prayed to several times while I was still at the pack. Maybe she had heard and sent Beros to save me. I was eager to know more about her. I turned back to continue my reading. "And lastly, Nyxar, the god of chaos and destruction, the push and pull of the world" This last name didn't leave me with a good feeling. Was this deity responsible for all the chaos?

The Forgotten. The carvings showed him creating the primal energy, then trying to use it to destroy the other gods. They had cast him out into the void, sealing him away behind the door he had built. But he had been waiting. Planning. And now, he was free. They walked for hours, until the tunnel opened into a massive chamber. In the center of the chamber, a pool of water glowed with a soft, white light—the Well of Origins. It was surrounded by four pillars, each one glowing with a different energy: void, light, shadow, and… primal.

He exhaled slowly, as if my ignorance physically pained him. “The Shift,” he began, “was the first moment the world changed. When the moon touched the earth and chose the first wolves. When man and beast merged. When power took physical form.” He turned the candle in his fingers, letting its blue flame dance across his skin. “But before that moment,” he continued, “there were beings who roamed the world freely. Beings made of pure essence. Pure strength. Pure destruction. They were called The Primals.” I blinked. “Primal… like primal wolves?”

As the sun began to set, my body began to decline in strength, I had lost all the energy I had left including the little one that was keeping me awake. I swallowed hard, my throat burning with thirst. There was nothing I could do but to accept the fate that was handed to me by the moon goddess. I stared at the moon and the little stars that danced around it, at least I was worthy of being awarded a sight so beautiful before I got eaten alive. Soon, my body tired out and I felt my lids close waiting to be awakened by the snarls of my predators. “Andrea! Andrea! Please wake up! Andrea please.” I heard a familiar voice cry out, a voice that didn’t sound like the snarls of rogues at all.

Shinee tells me. "Who is he?" Shinee chuckles, as if he is sharing a joke with just himself. "He's the Moon's bitch. Does whatever the entity wants, and in return, gets immesurable power. More than immortals like me, Fate and Time combined. I would avoid him if you can."

Always. But it never worked on him. He had no mercy or love to give. That was the one thing the so-called genuiuses forgot to programme into his game-style code of zeroes and ones. He was a cruel teenager - one who had existed since the dawn of time in this strange land of Alphas and Gods. Miaka was the only female left - so he would be stupid to let her lie - for if she did there would be no new blood to torture - and the teen God loved to torture them.

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

no, he was a great and one of the most loved armies, and he shall be missed greatly, he was a bait as i have never seen the OGBAS in action since the falling, though they had been made guards over the all gates that centered into the glorious heaven, even into the chambers of the Almighty Eledumare, most of the time I just saw there strength been over exonerated, and praised, in fact when i began to think about the war, i thought they may not be clan to worry myself about, but there was an old tale about them, that i will love to share with you, i titled it" the chronicles of Ogbas" When heaven was not in existence, there was a place of gods call "The beginning" a place where Eledumare was s