Dark Souls Primordial Serpent Lore Novels & Stories

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

What the hell was happening? "The last standing primordial is in our midst," the seer announced as his eyes never left mine and I hesitantly turned to Nic. "She is from the primordial bloodline, her power pulses through her veins." The man continued and my eyes bulged, mirroring Nic's. I had heard about primordials and their unmatched powers but they were said to be extinct...how could I possibly be one? "It all makes sense now..." Nic muttered to himself and I turned to him.

I stared at that long string of zeros until my vision blurred. Then I ran to the safe. It was packed with gemstones, glittering like a dragon's hoard. "Heh heh heh." Jackpot. As the most powerful purebred serpent, Victor had inherited the entire Serpent Clan the moment he came of age. Five years of marriage, and he'd not only bought me an estate that rivaled a palace, but because I liked shiny things, he'd hoarded enough gemstones to fill a vault. And now? All mine.

Basically, there might not be a concentrated ore that contained a Primordial Concentrated Ore in an ore vein that had tens of millions of concentrated ores in it. Any ore related to the word "Primordial" would be a divine object. It was a kind of divine material that could be used to forge Divine Artifacts. According to the legends, if Primordial Concentrated Ores were refined again, it was possible to forge Immortal Artifacts with them. If it were any other time, this sort of thing would be a treasure that would be frantically fought over. The blue brilliance had caused the reaction of everyone's eyes and heart. Ding Sha seemed to be petrified. The Mermaid Princess of the Sea Clan was also

Too stubborn and nit-picky for her to just arrive to a messy home. "You better pray I don't get out of these," I sobbed to the brute, but he just smiled in return. A slash of off-white teeth that was too close to my face. Cocking his head to the side, he looked at me more intently. Primal instinct danced within his muddy orbs. These were the same group of people that had hunted my kind for millenniums. Well versed in dragons and how to kill us off, they had no conscious, much less mercy. To expect anything more from him would make me foolish. A naive woman who only wanted to protect her own.

Without realizing it, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. “Brother Li Min is right. They turned Father into this,” he thought fiercely. Li Min noticed the shift in the boy’s eyes. Within himself, he whispered, “Forgive me. But you have no time to cry. A heavy burden awaits you, and tears will change nothing.” The two surviving disciples of the Sacred Dragon Sect closed their eyes for a brief prayer over Xiu Jian. But Li Min’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He heard the whistle of wind, the rhythm of footsteps approaching fast.

"Do you know what you’ve done?" "We didn’t plan it and yeah, we don't know either. So it's either you tell us or let us be." I say, standing. "That doesn’t matter. The bond you’ve rekindled—it was forbidden for a reason." Rhea steps forward. "We were born this way. Born for this. We didn’t ask for it, but we won’t run from it." Elen's eyes darken. "You’ve awakened the Primordial Thread. Fire and Storm. That magic is not meant for this world. It was sealed away for a reason. If you continue to feed it... you may unravel everything. The veil. The balance. The war."

Resting his head on the top of my own, we waited until Tenny seemed to find what he was looking for. "Ah, yes." He pointed to a page that was decorated in gold and silver - actual flakes of the elements if I wasn't mistaken. "This figure is the Prime." The figure was neither male or female by external markers. Haloed in colors from concentric circles of palest to darkest, the Prime stood on what looked to be a bed of snakes. Each snake was eating the tail of the snake closest to it. Each snake was a slightly different color as well. Dozens of lines ran from Prime to the snakes. From Prime's hands, body, face, feet. Everywhere. Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll.

Emperor Zdravko bit her lips, lowered her head, and said, “You first.” James took a deep breath and asked, “Is Lyla your Soremsia?” Emperor Zdravko said nervously, “I didn’t mean to deceive you. My Soremsia is unaware of its true identity as well. It returned to my original body after death.” James nodded and asked, “Is that how it is for all Soremsias?” Emperor Zdravko replied, “Yeah. They’re Primordial Spirits that descend into another realm.”

he lit his cigarette taking a deep puff and coughed, he’s near his deadline blood filthy bastard. “I’ll send someone else to entertain you, just tell me where Aurora is…” I snatched the cigarette from his hand crushing it beneath my foot. “You’ll die early, it’s a wonder how you’re still alive.” I started leaving knowing he has no answers, he’s simply buying time for his son. Azrael can look after this jerk once I'm done finding Aurora. “Ever heard of a term named primordial?” my steps halted as he started speaking. “Don’t you wonder why the scariest of our kind are never mentioned in tales and folk anymore?” I didn’t know what he was talking about but still stood there to find if it’s somet