Primal Novels & Stories

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

†† 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

" I began running the comb through hair damaged by wind, sun, water, and salt. He watched me so closely that I said: - What it was? “It's a beautiful picture. You combing your hair by the light of the fire and the lamp. - Thanks. “Something I came to realize about this guy: he wasn’t praise, I simply said what I saw. I liked it. - Are you hungry? he asked. - Dying. I could have a... Hmm, how about a salmon? "I'll get the grill." He entered the trailer, and a few seconds later I heard: “Shit! - What there was? I yelled. He poked his head out looking pissed off. "I haven't used the grill in a while and I was pretty sure I had a gallon

She stopped and looked at Vincent, "Again, I apologise for that. I am sincerely sorry for not having control over my power." "That is because you never told anyone that you had the Alpha Primal power. What does it even mean?" He queried "It means she is above an Alpha in every sense of it because of the power deep within her. You shouldn't be thinking of making her your soul mate, because you are actually occupying her position. It also mean you don't have the right to ban her from the pack." Caleb intervened. Shifting His gaze away from Vincent, he faced his pack members. "An Alpha Primal is a gift from the gods once in two cen

Arianna said. “Any name you decide is fine, trust me,” it said to Arianna. After a few minutes of deliberating, Arianna came up with a name, “Primal!”. “Primal isn’t bad,” It said to Arianna. “I hope you like it” Arianna replied. “It’s not like I have a choice” it teased Arianna. “So primal why do you think Brian is over excited about meeting with Jenna?” Arianna asked. “He’s probably glad he would find out what Jenna and Joyce are up to and do not overthink it,” Primal said.

Bone, sinew, and musculature were all distorting in grotesque lurches while my soaring bestial psyche gloried in finally releasing its primal supremacy. All around me, the others succumbed in kind, peeling away the fragile veneer of upright sapience to allow their savage inner natures to explode forth in a maelstrom of bestial glory. In a matter of visceral seconds, I found myself surrounded by a veritable hunting squad of bristling, low slung shapes fueled by the most primal urges. To rend. Destroy. Decide on any and all threats with the merciless prejudice of the earth's original alpha giants.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

With a graceful and deliberate motion, she flicked her fingers toward the animal. In the blink of an eye, Brand's form transformed. Where a wolf had sat, an imposing figure now stood, impressive muscles flexing beneath the taut canvas of his skin. The air seemed to crackle with the energy of the sudden transformation. As Ulfhild beheld him, her mouth in a perfect 'O' of shock, his every sinew seemed to pulse with power. It wasn't merely the impressive physique that commanded her attention, though, it was the presence that radiated from him, an aura of intensity that dared anyone to challenge him.

“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.