Primeval Novels & Stories

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

I wasn't even sure that she lives here. "OHH FUCK!!!" I screamed as Hecate slightly nipped my clit using her teeth. Hecate looks up at me, grinning. "Well, it's my first time hearing a Princess say a bad word." Hecate said, and I can see her hands rummaging to the drawer at the side table. Then Hecate grabbed something from the drawer, then she showed me. My eyes immediately went wide and a blush started creeping into my cheeks. It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo.

The battle will begin today, and only one of us needs to stay and it would be me. I heard voices from above and they were all cheering. I can hear the metal screeching and It seems that they are preparing for the war. The spiritual war that will happen today. The spiritual war happened billions of years ago and will happen again now, not because we need to know who is mightier but to bring balance on earth. I need to end his ambition of being a god because he will never be one. The thunder roared and the heaven split. The angels from heaven fly down like lightning. The help is here and I am no longer outnumbered. The war between me and my brother started. While I keep an eye on Maria. I will

“The noise, the heat, the chaos… it’s the seed I needed. I have been dormant, a concept. You make me real.” He could no longer tell where his body ended and hers began. His climax was building, a pressure that felt less like pleasure and more like the universe contracting to a single, infinite point before the Big Bang. He was terrified he would be annihilated. “Let go, Kaelen!” she cried out, her back arching, her body clamping around his in a rhythm that mirrored the pulsation of a quasar. “Come with me! Let our climax be the first law of a new reality!”

The heat of Kael’s mane was reduced to a flat, blue hexadecimal value. "Hold the connection!" Zane roared, his voice sounding like a corrupted audio file. He reached out, his massive, blocky claws catching the "Sub-Routine" walls. They weren't made of stone or metal, but of Infinite-Archive Shelves—billions of discarded thoughts, failed simulations, and "Beta-Test" souls. They landed hard on a floor of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the "Alpha-Prime 2.0" looked down from a circular aperture, her silver hair shimmering like a cold star.

Instead of producing a Golden Lycan, he had deformed his own pup. The crowd murmured in disappointment. Some left in disgust. Seizing the chaos, I moved to my black pup and held it gently until a soft click rang out. As my pup began to awaken, its body glowed faintly. “What is that?” “That presence… It’s the aura of a Primordial!” The council gasped, pointing toward me. People also stopped in their tracks. The light grew brighter, illuminating half the sky. However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow.

As a monk and a scholar of the ancient ways, Zoran was the pack’s primary connection to the history of their kind. Zoran felt the weight of their collective gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "For the creatures to possess primordial energy... it is a grave omen," he said with a grave voice . "Primordial energy is not something that can be manufactured or conjured from thin air. It is the very essence of an ancient wolf.. It is a life force."

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.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Damien stepped between him and the others. “Stop.” Prime’s gaze fixed on Damien. He tilted his head, observing him like a reflection puzzled by its original. “You are… the seed,” Prime said. His voice was distorted—multi-layered, as if several voices echoed inside one. Damien’s pulse pounded. “You don’t have to follow his programming.” “I do not follow,” Prime replied. “I inherit.” He extended his hand, and for a moment, it wasn’t threatening. It was almost… curious. Reaching not to strike, but to connect.

I know this presence. Not from memory. From inheritance. “You’re… a Prime,” I whisper. The massive wolf lowers its head slightly, gaze locking onto mine. Its voice enters my mind like the echo of mountains shifting. Once. The creatures scream. They scatter blindly, some fleeing back through the tears, others clawing desperately at the ground as the Prime’s presence rejects them outright. Reality snaps shut around them, seams sealing with violent finality. Silence crashes down again—thick, stunned, reverent.