Primal Novels & Stories

My skin prickled. Vaelcryns stood in smaller numbers, tall and dangerous, with metal-like scale ridges along backs and arms, their movements smooth enough to be unsettling. Some wore armour designed around the ridges, fitted with brutal precision. Their eyes were not like wolves or dragons. Colder. Reflective. The kind of eyes that looked as if they had learned long ago not to waste expression before killing. Primas stood among them too. Fewer. But I felt them. That old power. Different from dragons. Different from wolves. A strange thread of sacred strength that pulled at the part of me that had once reached toward the barrier and wondered why fate had chosen me so badly. Some Primas looked

Liquid red energy flowed out of the stone, snaking across the floor toward me. It was hot. It was heavy. It was the smell of the packhouse and the taste of the dirt. As the Red Blood hit my skin, I felt a new kind of fire. It wasn't the "Prime-Link" fire of the Architects. It was the **Primal Fire** of the Earth. It was the rage of a billion years of evolution. I stood up. My hair was no longer silver or black; it was the color of a setting sun. My eyes were a deep, predatory crimson.

There was only the weight of my hands and the heat of the fire. The first true test of our return was the Primal Hunt. We didn't use scouts or sensors to track the elk herds through the valley. Killian shifted into his massive, slate grey form, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory joy that I hadn't seen since the first year of our union. I shifted beside him, my White Wolf form feeling heavy and powerful as I dug my claws into the rich, dark soil of the mountain.

"Malachi, it feels like I’m breaking again." "You are," he said, his silver eyes dark with a hunger he could no longer hide. He stepped into the pool with me, the water swirling around his waist. "The Primal power is a balance of Earth and Sky. You have the Earth, Elara. You have the raw, wild growth. But you lack the Sky. You lack the anchor." "How... how do I get it?"

"The 'Earth' is 'Responding.' We didn't just 'Liquidate' the 'Buildings.' We 'Unlocked' the 'Mantle'." The "Addiction-Standard" is at its peak. To find out what "Primal-Debt" the planet itself is about to "Audit," the next chapter is a "Causal-Requirement."

Ford asked, straightening. She nodded, reading through the text. Then paused, her finger stopping on a specific paragraph. "Listen to this. 'A true Prime child cannot be hidden by a weak vessel. The mother of a Prime will temporarily exhibit abnormal physical strength, one enough to counter a standard Alpha in order to protect the lineage before the child’s first shift." The words hit the silent vault like a thunderclap. Ford froze entirely, his breath stopped in his throat as his face turned an ashen, bloodless white.

His blue eyes caught my foggy gaze. He ran away from me. I wanted to reach after him, but my body was weak. So I stared after him. I sighed in the sun's rays. The brightness blinded me. That's why I couldn't see the man's face. But I could see him, and I was positive I didn't know him. He was huge, by far the largest man I'd ever seen. He sprinted toward me wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. His tan skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight. Who was this man? And why did he seem so unfazed by overstepping the mounds of dead bodies? His body was covered in purple bruises and blood splattered across his chest. I should have been afraid by that, right? I couldn't find it in me to feel fear.

Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

Heightened Senses -Primordials have extremely enhanced, keen senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste and I will not deny the obvious fact that my father is the strongest among all of the Primordials in our pack. They always say that I am strong and that to any other wolves in my age, they are nothing compared to me. They always say that it was me who will be the next one to follow the step of my father's legacy. At first, I feel proud of myself whenever they praised me. As a little cub, getting praise and acknowledgment is something that boost my confidence. I am high and mighty just like my father, I'm not a failure will be a disgrace to my family. That is just a small wishful thinking I

“Well that is because…. The image from earlier embedded its DNA into yours, using your realm as a pathway for communication. It is like a symbiote. The information in its DNA in you guides your body on what to do. Hence, natural.” “Ride Jude, ride” said Craya I took a deep breath and the nano-thrusters lighted up, like they knew what I was about to do. I leaned forward and zoomed off with Wyren behind and Craya above me. The feeling was out of this world. “Craya who were those primes that took me” I asked “Renegades Jude” she replied Renegades are natural born primes. Creatures born within the glitch in the base. They have no affiliation to the primes above and were left alone to their world