Primal Novels & Stories

The very fabric of reality strained under the weight of the battle, and the boundaries between the mortal and the supernatural blurred. Maximus, feeling the ebb and flow of the unseen forces, knew he couldn't rely solely on physical prowess. Closing his eyes, he delved into a meditative state, tapping into a connection with an energy that seemed to emanate from the very core of his being. The radiant glow of his sword intensified as he channeled this inner strength.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

Shorru explained, “The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion’s ancient books have records about it. The Human Race’s primitive inscriptions are the simplest but the most magical. Each of the Human Race’s primitive inscriptions contains a powerful Cultivation Path. Although I’ve never seen one before, I could guess their origins from how simple they are. James fell into thoughts, ‘So the Primal Mantra contains the Human Race’s primitive inscriptions?’ It had been a very long time since James had obtained the Primal Mantra, and it allowed him to understand primitive inscriptions of the other races easily. James took a deep breath and said, “I

So, tell me about this primale thing," he asked. Haaa! Where to start? A primale is the strongest of the werewolves and that was why they paused a threat to the other wolves. The other wolves thought that if primales were to increase, they would take over. One thing that was hated about them was that they were ferocious and when they got angry, they never listened to reason. Some are even known to have suppressed their human side fully because they considered them weak. They are of one colour, pitch black. No other colour has ever been seen. You need to train and I am sorry that I can't be here to

Narrative P.O.V. "She's his mate." Priya's eyes widened. "You can't say anything,'' Jai said firmly. "Not to anyone, not even her. Myself, Daniel and Cain are the only ones who know." "How can she not know she is his mate?" Priya asked incredulously. Jai pursed his lips. "She's a human." Priya sucked in a deep breath and shook her head. "How are you planning on dealing with that?" "I don't need you to tell me this is a complicated situation," he said.

Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

Lex cleared his throat and his eyes meet mine but he suddenly looked away. "First thing tomorrow morning by the light of dawn we are going leave this deserted place because nothing is safe her" lex said and almost like it was timed, the sound of a crow crowing could be heard from a distance. "That's why its called the underworld because it is filled with demons" he added and we all agreed to what he said. Most of us here ain't good with our powers, except sword fighting because we have been trained for it. Camila was done with the meat and we all took our portion and ate quietly.

He hadn’t been good enough five years earlier, and now they weren’t good enough for him. Jake had money now. He had freedom. But no amount of money could buy back who he was before prison. That man was dead. Jake Savage walked into that prison, but Wrath had walked out. The name he’d earned through blood, violence, and murder. Prison had turned him into a hardened criminal, one that didn’t blink at the thought of taking a man’s life. He was a man forged in flames, forged in blood and violence. Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid.

It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The tectonic grinding in my neck spiked. The petrification had settled into my jaw, but now it was vibrating in resonance with the claw. Every time the Third Prime’s fingers tightened around my obsidian forearm, a jolt of raw, biological electricity shot up my spine, trying to rewrite my DNA into a menu. "You think the Second Prime was the predator, Phoenix," a voice boomed—not from a throat, but from the very floor beneath me. It was a sound like stones grinding against teeth. "He was just the accountant. I am the appetite."