Primal Zodiac Novels & Stories

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.

After the twins, Zadkiel gave birth to another son and they named it Byul. Byul and Anwyll both were alphas while Felix was an omega. Felix and Anwyll were exactly like his mate. Just werewolf in nature. On the other hand, Byul had some powers. Not exactly like Zadkiel but he had some powers inherited from his father. But it was hard because none of them was immortal like him.

Besides, someone had to make sure Aki only got herself in the minimum amount of mess. When he was finally testing the different combinations of the zodiac signs that he had plotted out – Rooster Monkey Dog; Rooster Dog Monkey; Monkey Rooster Dog; Monkey Dog Rooster; Dog Monkey Rooster; Dog Rooster Monkey – Aki kept jabbering on the dial that Sasha sometimes lost track of what particular combination he was checking.

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

Zeus was exhausted and he was defeated by Adrian. But as he heard him planning to even touch his Princess, he was unable to control the real power of his wolf. Zaric howled so loudly that all the vampires who were climbing up the treehouse, they all fell down on the hard and Rocky ground. Taking the moment of shock as his advantage, Zaric started running and he ripped the throats out of each and every single vampire who dared to even think of touching his princess.

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

“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.”

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

"Three days. The leaders of the seven territories will all be here. Whoever wins the hunt takes a piece of rare land." "What does that have to do with me?" "This year's prize isn't land." His gaze nailed itself to my face, those ice-blue pupils contracting inward, like he was peeling back my skin layer by layer. "It's the sacred stone shard. The one that tests for the Primal Matriarch." The fork stopped moving. *The Primal Matriarch.* Those four words dropped like a spoonful of ice water poured straight down my spinal cord, sending a numbing chill through my limbs. The old Omegas in the laundry used to tell it as a bedtime story for the newbies too terrified to sleep.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.