Primeval Books Novels & Stories

A leading fashion magazine called me "the poet who taught gemstones to breathe again" The new collection I directed was named the masterpiece of the year. The success brought me peace I hadn't felt in a long time. That afternoon, I was working in the design studio as usual. The door suddenly flew open, and someone burst inside. "Laurel!" I looked up and froze. It was Vivian. Her belly was heavy with pregnancy, and her face was pale, but her eyes were full of wild hatred. "I knew it was you! You ruined everything for me, and now you get to hide here and live your happy little life!"

Then the reports got strange. It was a Wednesday morning when it happened, every news outlet had the same story with different variations of a title, but all with the same meaning. ‘It’s a miracle.’ His name had been William Preece. A small-town mechanic, I can’t remember where from specifically, some town I had never heard of. The news report declared that the infected man had somehow survived the virus, he had dies for a short time before regaining a heartbeat and although his motor functions had not fully returned yet the man tested negative for the virus.

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She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.

"That wasn't pain. It was longing. I guess we are a far more connected than I believed." "Oh," I said keeping my thoughts to myself. "Prime is…was feral lycan, who took over the body of his first kin. He ruled as a tyrant wolven king. He brought sorrow and pain to a large number of supernatural. He is dangerous." My heart skipped a best as everything seemed to fall in place. That's why Kylen didn't want to tell me about the lycan ascension. He knew that Cassian had a slim chance of winning. Thats why Cassian avoided a relationship with me for so long. He believed that he wasn't capable of winning.

Perhaps that was the point: perhaps whoever did this wanted to hide that book. Caitlin had seen chaos throughout her career in bookstores and libraries—but she’d never encountered anything like this. Not only were there so many books, but they were also each so rare, so valuable. She was astonished. She’d never seen such an abundance of riches under one roof. Some of the books that she’d already passed through her hands, she knew, would be worth millions of dollars on the open market. Why had anyone treated them this way?

We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter. After a long pause that entailed all of us getting into combat positions and staring deep at each other, Elijah finally spoke. "You can take her! She is an abomination like you anyways" said Elijah, after which he told his werewolves to stand down and immediately, they all stepped back.

And there had been one cold encounter with Damon, who had brushed past me without a word. But still wins are wins. And to celebrate that, I decided to take Pearl to the library on the second floor because I wanted to teach her some Lycan history. Her father clearly had grand plans for the use of her many talents, but I knew that knowing her roots was just as important. So, for the past 15 minutes, we've been scouring the shelves and finally when I found The Tales of the Primordial Wolves, my smile widened. “Found it,” I squealed, turning to Pearl, who had been trailing quietly behind me.

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

His small hand rested near his belt, where a silver-plated dagger now hung. "The High Priestess didn't go there to hide," Lyra said, her violet eyes locking onto Julian's amber ones. "The First Alpha's Tomb doesn't just contain a body. It holds the Primordial Core, the original source of our wolf magic and the divine solar spark before the packs split into seven," she explained.