Primal Arceus Novels & Stories

pulsing with a frequency that threatened to shatter their bones. Suddenly, the aurora above us curdled. From the shifting mists of the horizon, three figures emerged. They did not look like wolves, and they certainly didn't look like men. They were towering columns of sentient energy—one of liquid fire, one of crystalline ice, and one of absolute, star-flecked shadow. They moved with a predatory grace that made our "Grey evolution" look like a clumsy, half-finished toy. These were the Primordials: the original architects of the wolf-soul, the ones the First Luna had betrayed to build her Foundry.

But Primo was positive it was because of the coming second full moon, also mentioned in the prophecy. Thanks to Northumbria, the House to the Royal Humans, and the mortals, Agartha began modernizing their ways of living. The Maharlikan Pack learned of the north's secret gate, and Primo wasted no time. He told the court he would be there to continue his search for his Luna, and only took Gresser with him. Little did they know they were breaking some kind of rule by stepping inside the mortal world. Not the Mortal House, but the mortal world.

†† Nike Power, There was simply nothing like it, not even the utmost pleasures of mortal men could compare to the absolute thrill of power that coursed deep within her, and almost found herself purring in ecstasy as she looked down on the battered and bruised Fate, one of the primordial forces of time itself at her very feet, dealt with by a creation of her own machinations The girl growled in anger her eyes coursing with power she didn't know how ti channel and a smile lit up Nike's face

They introduced themselves as players of Evangelion, a popular augmented reality game uploaded randomly a year before the quake arrived. With hope humanity has arised and the earth gains the ability to fight back. Now we spend our days holding our swords, trying to live the best out of our remaining days— We all just wanted to survive. I'm Azriel Iliac, the world's weakest. Yes, not the strongest. I’m someone who has to risk his life in the lowest of quest, having no skills whatsoever to boast, my kill record is even hardly commendable. I'm alive yet already dead, always escaping it's call by a slight margin. I cannot even remember myself not being wounded. It is just that the world changed

A Primordial, newly awakened and furious. Kai, Maya, Dax, and Ghost formed a protective circle around Celeste, their combined power feeding into hers. But they were struggling. The Primordial was too strong. “MORTAL CHILD,” it boomed in a voice like mountains grinding. “YOU DARE BIND ME? ME, WHO SHAPED THIS WORLD BEFORE YOUR GODDESS EXISTED?” “I don’t want to bind you,” Celeste shouted back, her voice strained. “I want to send you back to sleep. Back to the peace you knew before this fool woke you.”

Power that waited. “They predate councils,” Aria said quietly. “Predate packs as we know them.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. Elias swore under his breath. “Primals.” Damien’s expression hardened. “I thought they were extinct.” “They are,” Aria replied. “Mostly.” Her eyes opened, glowing faintly in the low light. “Extinct doesn’t mean gone.” The sigils flared suddenly, a sharp pulse of light slicing through the chamber.

“You came here because you want to understand.” Aurora stood at Damien’s side. “We came to end this.” Monroe’s gaze shifted to her, sharp with recognition. “Ah, yes. The variable I didn’t account for. Love—how quaint.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “You don’t get to speak about her.” “But I do,” Monroe said, gesturing to the pod. “Because she’s the reason he’s awake.” Julian frowned. “He?” Monroe circled the pod like a priest at a ritual. “This is Prime. The original template. Before Daemon. Before the failures. Built not just to survive—but to inherit.”

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.

P.O.V. Ren ‘REN YOU NEED TO WAKE UP NOW!!!’ phoenix screams at me in my head. I groan at her volume and then i remember what happened and i shoot up straight. I groan and put my hand to my head and its sticky and stings. ‘You hit your head on the window when we started to flip, i also think you might have a few bruised ribs, your arm is sprained and theres cuts and scrapes down your arms and legs’ phoenix says in a huff. I look around and get really confused from the looks of it im in a dungen i stand up and touch the bars and my hand sizzles.