Primal Novels & Stories

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

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ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Moon explained. "Wow! That is something I haven't been called since my younger years as an Alpha. The last one who dared call me prideful, is now the very wolf that started all of this, Chad. Don't forget we are wise and have knowledge you don't know and vice versa. We have no room for pride in this war. If Kit cannot control himself, rest assured, I, Singularis can control both." Singularis emerged briefly. "Lethal duality, Singularis." Anaki whined. "It's all in the delivery, kid." Kit smiled.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Bones shifted and cracked, reshaping themselves to accommodate the primal force awakening within me. A symphony of sensations washed over me. The tingling sensation intensified, morphing into a delightful burn that coursed through my veins. I could feel my body elongating, growing taller and more formidable. My limbs, once human, began to thicken, becoming sinewy and powerful, ready to embrace the primal instincts that awaited me.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

Wolves are driven by primal urges, indifferent to the consequences. A sense of joy surged within us as we felt Percival's wolf’s primal desire to possess her. His teeth remained embedded in her skin as he emitted a deep, soothing growl, comforting her. With her claimed, Percival was finally able to connect with her on a profound level, experiencing a deep sense of satisfaction.

“Who was she? That other… me.” He set the glasses down on a sleek chrome table with a soft click. “Prime is the original operational model. The first fully stable iteration of the Demi Protocol. She’s… efficient. Unemotional. A perfect weapon.” He finally looked at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes was a physical blow. “But she wasn’t you.” “Because I’m the faulty copy?” The words tasted like ash. “The one who got infected with a ghost?”

I wish I could say it’s my wolf that is reacting as my hands slide up and around his neck, but it’s all me. He is mine, and even though I am terrified I could lose him I am also excited he is mine. He leans down just enough so I can clasp my hands together behind his neck then stands again lifting me off the ground with one arm with ease. Everything fades away, no pack, no music and no one to claim him just me and my need to have what's mine. My primal instincts have kicked in.