Novel & Cerita Chaos Primordial God

The voice slithers through the ruins, wrapping around my spine, curling like smoke through the cracks in my soul. Did you really think you could unmake me? That tearing their chains would silence me? The air freezes. The light flickers. And from the wound in the sky, it steps through. Not a shadow. Not a man. A god. No—worse than that. The Primordial. Its shape is a lie. A thousand forms at once, shifting like smoke and silk, eyes blooming and blinking and burning out in an endless cycle. Its smile is carved from the bones of night.

"What are you talking about? The Primordial is destroyed. I destroyed it myself. I watched it die." Elara's smile widened, cruel and knowing. "You destroyed a vessel, Elena. A shell. The Primordial was never a single being. It was a force, a concept, an idea that existed before the first light, before the first whisper of creation. It cannot be destroyed. It can only be transferred from one vessel to another. And it has found its new home." Elena's blood ran cold, her mind racing with dread. "Transferred to what? To whom? Tell me exactly what you mean."

“What was that?” Several Eternal powerhouses were startled for a moment. An old Daoist priest smirked. “If I heard correctly, it should be the cry of the Primordial Spirit King. The Primordial Spirit King doesn’t show up by chance. The Fiend Lord destroyed the world and massacred millions of deities in the great battle between the primordial gods and demons back then. The Primordial Spirit King hates the Fiend Lord to the core. He is probably searching for the Fiend Lord’s heart too.”

Things started to change for better, Chaos stopped, He stood still, Darkness had no other choice but to retreat, Chaos stood alone in the middle of things, That slowly started to take their places, With their union, The cosmos was created, Chaos changed to order, Order in its grandness and emptiness, Decided that it need a form, So, it made an avatar. That avatar was Alun, The first known God, But not the all-father. Darkness decided that it’s also time for an avatar, That avatar was later called Iltion. The two avatars continued to fight in the emptiness. From their fight the first Gods were born, Strong and beautiful,

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

His smirk is pissing the deity. "You are dumb for a deity, Eris. Up to now you still haven't figured out who and what I am. Well, let me show, and maybe it can help your brain." the chosen one said. He levels his right hand in front and he starts releasing the energy of the deities in him one by one starting with Kaios's which is a purple flame. Followed by Asili's green one. Then Galax's light pink, and Leluna's white, smoke-like. Every release, the symbols of the deities, shows and remains around him.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess. Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part I) In the Celestial Realm, every divine birth was an event of cosmic celebration. When a god or goddess welcomed a new life into being, the massive Pillars of Heaven would groan as they etched the newborn's name into eternal stone. Sacred, resonant bells would ring across every divine territory, and rivers of liquid golden light would flood the skies for seven days and seven nights, signaling to all of creation that another immortal soul had taken its place in the cosmos.

I said, “but you no longer remember why it was written. You call me an anomaly because I do not fit within the cages you built. You call me dangerous because I did not forget what you wanted buried.” One of the ancients stepped forward, his form massive, his presence pressing like a storm. “Then speak it,” he said. “What do you claim we buried?” I exhaled slowly. “The truth,” I said. “About the beginning.” The chamber stilled. “Before packs,” I continued, my voice steady, “before councils, before titles and bloodlines, there were Primordials. Wolves born not of hierarchy, but of purpose. Keepers, not rulers. Forces shaped by the land itself, bound to it, not above it.”

This seal would later be called the Primordial Spark, and it was supposed to keep the Void from ruining everything. Tell you what, it did not work. The Void, offended by the idea of being excluded from the party, poked a hole in the seal. And so came the first old gods, like clowns from a cosmic car that had been parked too long in the wrong dimension. They were not majestic or wise or even a little bit sensible. They were, in fact, a successful mess.

So, currently any wolf born on a particular month doesn't receive the moon's blessings but the genes of their parents. 'That was so petty.' her mind giggled. She sat down carefully looking around her as glaring eyes were on her and she gave Larry a quick glance. 'How's that for a book-weeb.' she said inwardly. "That was perfect, Atarah. I say this every time, if everyone here was as studious her, we would have moved on to the next phase ages ago." Boris said tiredly. As the only human in this society, it was pretty obvious that the only thing you could do with all your time was study, while others tried to manifest their inner beast or wait patiently for their awakening or practice drills or