Eva Long Primal Novels & Stories

Julian’s voice came from the shadows, “you lost.” Ares’ eyes flicked to him. “Temporary.” Julian stepped forward, his expression hardened. “What do the Primogenitors want?” “To rewrite evolution,” Ares said. “And you, Alma, are the missing key.” Silence. Alma felt a pit form in her stomach. “Explain.” Ares tilted his head. “Why do you think Evelyn gave birth to you the natural way? Why not just code you like she did me? Like the others?”

Luca, voice tentative: “Evelyn, this isn’t just a message archive. It’s live‑adaptive. Someone is maintaining the core in real time.” She turned sharply. “Meaning?” “This prism…it’s connected to an external feed under the seabed. I’m picking up pulse rhythms, biometric frequencies mapped…human.” Adrian’s gaze darkened. “He’s alive.” “Alive is relative,” Elias’s projection replied evenly. “What you see is extension. The body functions where direct presence endangers protocol.” Evelyn whispered, “Where are you?” “Close enough for the Pattern to hold. Far enough that they can’t trace you through me.”

"They're here for Mother. They found the vault in the Alps, Dante. They have Eleonora." Ivy’s heart stopped. She looked at Dante, whose face was a mask of pure, unadulterated horror. "They have her?" Dante whispered. "Who has her?" The Firstborn looked at Ivy, his violet eyes reflecting a truth that the "Fourth Pulse" had been hiding in its deepest, most encrypted files. "The one who never left. The one who built the first nursery before your fathers were even born." If Arthur and Dante’s fathers were just the second generation of Architects, who is the "Primordial" currently holding Eleonora—and why does the Firstborn look at Ivy with a sudden, devastating pity as he realizes she is the onl

She closed her eyes as if to savor the feeling, she caressed Elvin's head. Elvin left her breasts and used his tongue to feel the contours of her body. He moved slowly like he was just seeing her for the first time, and like this was a body he wanted to remember. He kissed her belly, navel, then he began to go further down with his tongue, and Eve let out a gasp. Elvin kissed her, and sucked on the lips of her vulva. "Fuck," Eve said, and it would be the first time she said that.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Evelyn asked shocked. “Aria is a new Primordial Deity. Her mother, Gaia, is Mother Nature. Her Great Grandfather, Eros, my husbands Grandfather, is better known as Cupid, and Chaos may not be blood, but she is also a Primordial Deity. Emerial is Aria’s soulmate and an Angel.” Patricia explained. “Why would I need to help train a primordial deity when you have three others here? Your daughter I understand but your stepdaughter doesn’t need my help.” Evelyn sneered.

His muscles doubled in size, tearing the last of his clothes away as he became something older, something primal. A Primal Alpha. Vane didn't stay to fight. The roof of the tower exploded as a high-speed escape craft descended from the purple sky. The exo-suit ignited its thrusters, jumping toward the open hatch of the ship. "Victor! He’s getting away with our son!" Elodie gasped, dragging herself up from the floor, blood trickling down her forehead. Victor didn't speak. He couldn't. The Primal form didn't have words. He let out a sound that wasn't a howl—it was a tectonic shift, a roar that shattered every window in the tower.

Selene and her Beta, Rhea, brought up the rear, two shadows in the dark, their movements so fluid they seemed to displace no air at all. In the center of this protective shell were Emma, Evangeline, and the vampire Virex. The vampire moved with an unsettling, boneless grace, his eyes glowing like embers in the cramped ductwork. He was an anomaly - an ancient predator aligned with a cause that usually saw his kind as the enemy. "We’re nearing the central uplink," Evangeline whispered, her voice echoing strangely through the comms. "I can feel the Prism. It’s not just a signal anymore. It’s a pull."

Apart from marveling at Yehria’s perfect body shape and flawless beauty, James finally obtained the information he wanted. He had previously overlooked the fact that Yehria had successfully cultivated at least three auras of the Five Primal Evolutions although she was not a Daeclon Mahayana Rank powerhouse, nor had she reached the Three Treasures Integration. She had hidden all her important secrets within these three auras. Any attempt to search her soul was futile. This was the reason Yehria dared to offer her Soul Energy Balls so confidently and remained unfazed.

That vast, boundless primordial source born from the dawn of chaos surged through Mystic Vale's nostrils and into his limbs and bones, causing his entire body to tremble with excitement. His right hand, withered and skeletal, slowly lifted. Dark purple Soul-devouring Energy capable of devouring everything coiled around his fingertips as he viciously reached toward the top of Elijah's head! He had to obtain it. Obtaining this primordial source would not only greatly increase his power, but most importantly, it would turn his longevity into true immortality! Longevity merely extended one's lifespan, which was why he had lived for so long. Immortality, on the other hand, meant infinite lifespan