Primal Novels & Stories

He’s barely holding back the urge to shift into his wolf form, the primal energy crackling around him. “Get ready!” Callum roars, his voice strained as he fights to control the beast within. “We’re not giving up Raina!” I’m glued to the spot, my hands gripping the weapon tightly, but a sudden, primal urge surges through me, as if the very essence of the battle is calling to something deep within. My instincts scream at me to act, to fight, and to protect.

“You can’t teach the Primal! It’s not conscious like the Sources. It’s pure appetite. It doesn’t think. It just is.” “Everything thinks. Even if just barely. Even if just instinct. Instinct can be redirected.” Lena dropped her weapon. Walked straight at the Primal. “I’m betting everything on that being true.” “Lena, don’t!” She ignored Finn. Ignored the silver Source shouting warnings. Walked right up to the darkness and stopped. The Primal loomed over her. Bigger than mountains. Darker than space. So vast she couldn’t see where it ended.

"What did you find?" "The truth. About Lunas. About Alphas. About everything." Aria looked up. Eyes wide. "We're not natural. We were created. Bred. By something called the Primal Court. Beings from before time. Before reality. They made us. Shaped us. For a purpose." "What purpose?" "War." Aria read more. Faster. "There are realms beyond ours. Dimensions. Realities. And they're at war. Constant war. The Primal Court created wolves as soldiers. As weapons. To fight their battles. To die for their causes."

The Anti-Primordial is descending and everything it touches just stops existing, wolves and ground and air all fading into nothing. “Do it,” I tell my children. “I didn’t survive everything just to watch reality dissolve now.” The New Primordial connects to me and I feel it immediately, cosmic power channeling through my Alpha Supreme bonds, using thousands of wolves as a battery to anchor itself in reality. And I start aging.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He looked exhausted, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he was trying to piece everything together. “I am not entirely sure what it all means yet, Chiara,” he admitted, sitting at the edge of the bed. There was honesty in his voice, raw and unguarded. He let out a quiet sigh before giving me a faint, tired smile. “You always manage to surprise me.” “Is it something bad?” I asked, my voice smaller than I intended. He let out a low chuckle, though it carried little humor, and glanced briefly away before meeting my eyes again. “Primordial means you come from one of the oldest bloodlines. A lineage that ruled these lands long before the current packs existed.”

Her voice carried the weight of someone completing the most important part of the account. “It is primal. Amoral. Hungry because hunger is the oldest and most complete thing about it. It does not hate. It does not plan. It simply exists.”

This new information about an Alpha-Hybrid stunned Creed. A grin appeared on his face behind his helmet. Inside Glitch, majority of the beasts were categorized primarily into 4 major categories based on their incremental strength and intelligence. Primitive, Non Primitive, Alpha, and Archaic. Each one would be stronger and more threatening than the previous category.

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

He lifted his left arm wanting to reach for them but stopped halfway, thinking that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to get one, not until his life was over. "I told you the view was amazing." He turned his face to Chrystal, walked over to her, and sat by her side, looking at the spiky silhouettes. "See those mountains? The peaks?" she pointed, and Oliver looked to where her finger pointed, nodding. "The city of Neshala is characterized by mountains shaped like Viking cases. They're kind of hats with horns. The girl made gestures to make it easier for the chestnut to understand what she was talking about.

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!