Primal Saiyan Novels & Stories

Taylor asked. “Let me spell it out for you, child. The scientists want to turn themselves into bigger and better versions of Kaiju to make themselves unstoppable.” “What?!” “The previous test subjects became docile and primitive just like the ones that you fought. All they needed to perfect this little flaw and make more sentient Kaiju was a portion of your life energy.” Taylor ground his teeth in anger. He lunged at Soundhound and grabbed him by the neck, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you now for endangering the people I love?”

The second after he fiddled with the black stick, loud explosions occurred in succession and at the same time, the bodies of the Mammoths, snakes, as well as the artificial humans were scattered all over the place. Patriarch Yuan Kai gulped just as his forehead was hit by the severed head of his beloved artificial human body. In fact, the mammoth demon's body actually has immunity to various weapons or heirlooms. If his body could be cut into hundreds of pieces in one go, of course what needed to be questioned was Xuan Wu's strength. "You still want to be quiet after seeing all this?" A man who looked like a young man in his early twenties nudged the shoulder of his colleague who looked to b

Chapter 42 IT WAS ALL TOO QUICK, Primuh stood there bracing himself, some of the shards of sharp energy did hit him. But due to the durable nature of his muscular, massive eight-foot body: Which was on par with his twin brother Orbin and also the damage was only fleeting if there were any. As his body had the natural ability to heal quickly. Primuh now stared in horror at the body lying motionless near his feet now, it was Orea! And she was badly injured!

“Their energy is unlike anything any of us have ever felt. It’s… layered. Intertwined. Not just dragon or lycan. Not just Guardian. It’s more.” Selene moved closer, her bare feet never quite touching the ground. “This child is not simply a Guardian. They are the first of what your kind calls a Primal. A pure embodiment of balance. Of instinct and spirit. Created by bloodlines that should never have crossed… and yet, here they are.” Koa frowned. “What does it mean? For them, for us?” Selene's gaze softened. “You and the other Guardians were chosen because your hearts are tethered to more than just duty. You carry love. Strength. Sacrifice. And now, one of you will carry forth the future.”

He was crouched over me, his small chest heaving, a protective snarl curling his lip that looked hauntingly like the man standing at the window. “Goddess, he sensed that a second before I did,” Fabian breathed in awe, looking at Maverick in shock. “He’s already exhibiting the abilities of a prime.” “What is a prime?” I demanded, my voice trembling as I pulled my baby into my arms. “What is happening to my son, Fabian?” “I can’t explain now, Keren,” Fabian rasped as his phone started buzzing. “But it’s the reason they’re here.” “Stay down.” He said, then swiped his phone, his eyes darting around for any sign of danger. “Speak.”

Eric said. A female voice appeared fro the communicator . " Hello ! Please state your identity! ” Architect said. " This is Primal calling to the Sanctum. Come in sanctum. Rick said to Architect. " Read you loud and clear Primal! ” Vital said. By the way, Vital is a member of the sanctum that we met last year. His real name is Tyler Woolstick and he’s a hybrid that could see the weakness in anything and could siphon knowledge from anything to learns it’s purpose and origin.

No one knows him yet, but soon they will. Teenage Sahir was all grown up into a strong powerful Sultan. The more days he stayed in Dubai his feelings for Zoya risen double the pace every day. The old short-tempered Sahir has now turned up something big bad lion, who doesn't think even once before killing someone. He has broken up all the promises of the vowed to Zoya except one, Loving her till death. His looks have changed a lot. Young teenage Sahir was all drastically transformed into handsome dashing & killer Greek god Sultan.

No way. Barry and Esai prepared themselves and stiffened their bodies to feel the strikes. What they received was not a punch or a beating. But scorching hot water was poured on their backs. After receiving the excruciating whipping from Raelynn, the burning hot water make them scream in anguish. However, to the two knights, their screams were like pleasant music. Although they did not like tormenting people unnecessarily, they were not the ones to leave the criminals walk away unscathed. They were avenging their dead brothers and they would continue until their friends received justice.

"But the true army was always waiting here, in the cradle. And they only answer to the Primarch's sigil." Kael let out a primal, metallic roar that shook the very foundations of the vault. His volcanic crimson veins flared with an explosive, white-hot intensity as he lunged toward Vane, his scythe-claws extended to rip the scepter from the general’s hand. But Vane simply smiled and twisted the crown of his staff. A violent wave of purple anti-magic energy erupted from the crystal, slamming into Kael’s chest and freezing him mid-air, his massive obsidian frame locking up as the Sovereign’s original slave protocol asserted control over his mutation.

“I only shift fully when it’s important. Otherwise, it’ll appear as a false alarm… and it’s 2 a.m, Camellia.” “Sure, whatever,” I said, though my brain had completely checked out and was busy conducting a very serious study of his now naked body. His hands pressed to the ground, and I watched, frozen, as his fingers seemed to stretch, fur sprouting slowly over his skin in waves. His bones shifted audibly. A sickening, grinding sound filled the silence as his knees bent and twisted backward, his spine cracking as he became broader, more terrifying with glowing red eyes locked on me.