Chronicles Of Primordial Wars Novels & Stories

Kyla said sadly. It was a tale she has never spoken about before. She had been so young yet could remember everything clearly like it happened yesterday. "Oh my god," Lara gasped. "What about her husband?" "The husband had led a group of wolves into the palace already. A fight broke out and a lot of Lycans were killed including the King and Queen." "And the princes?" "She had hidden them earlier that night so they wouldn't get killed. The wolves had come to steal our secret in weapon making and wanted a particular gem," Kyla said.

he asks, and I shake my head in a negative affirmation. He breathes out. “Let me educate you then. Sometimes I forget that you’re a newbie goddess.” “The primordial deities were the first to be born into existence. They are the first race of gods and goddesses. They were astronomical and their forms were elemental and cosmic but that was way 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”

"I am sent by forces that predate the Architects, the Forgotten, and reality itself. And I declare this conflict void." "You have no authority here," the lead Architect protested. "I have ultimate authority," the Witness corrected. "I speak for the Primordials—the beings who existed before existence, who created the void from which all reality springs. And they have been watching this escalating war with growing concern." Through our pack-integrated consciousness, we felt the Witness's attention focusing on us specifically.

Hearing this, James asked, “How did the war break out? Why did the Greater Realms attack the Dark World?” Jabari explained, “Simple, really. That’s because different races are in different camps. The Primordial Realm is primarily inhabited by the Human Race. Meanwhile, the Human Race’s potential is too huge and frightening. The Human Race breeds like rabbits. The Human Race of the Primordial Realm even made occasional intrusions into the Greater Realms. Sensing the imminent danger, a war between races erupted. I don’t know much about the specifics of the war but I know that the Human Race of the Primordial Realm was completely eradicated. To prevent the re-emergence of the Human Race, the po

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

“The universe we live in is as fascinating as it is broad. And just like every other object of intrigue, it has several mysteries that envelope it. From the seven great mysteries of the cosmos, to the fable of the lost gods, the universe has much to offer the curious mind. It only requires that we be brave enough to pursue its wonder. One of these wonders is the True Eyes. I do not mean to look down on all the other things that boggle the mind; it is not my intention to vilify them, but the True Eyes hold more weight to the universe than most. During the primitive times, long before the reign of the gods and the division of the universe into the 7 heavens, the origin divine artefacts watched

He had lived for thousands of years, traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and witnessed wars of chaotic eras, yet he had never experienced such terrifying, such primal, such transcendent power! This was the first time in his long life he had encountered such power, and it gave rise to an instinctive urge to flee! This was true Power of Chaos, the primordial force from before heaven and earth were formed and before the heavens were born, something utterly beyond the ability of a man who had lived for mere thousands of years to contend against! Mystic Vale roared in fury. In haste, he forcibly withdrew his hand as the Soul-devouring Energy around him burned to its limit, forming D

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."