Primeval Novels & Stories

Vorare lifted his hands to show them, and it was then that I picked up on the uncanny similarity to a silver tree bark. “Silver maple tree,” Ethan gritted out with a glare. The words chilled everything inside me.“What?” Silver maple tree. The only known thing to kill a primordial, according to the lectures I'd received from Khalid. There were barely any pieces left cause it was burned down, but unfortunately, there was enough to still be used by Melbringers to kill primordials. Primordials like my birth father. How exactly was Vorare embodying such a weapon in his arms?

Maeve asks her. Petal’s eyes fill with tears. “My own witchy dress. Thank you!” she says hugging Maeve. “Witchy dress?” Melanie asks, looking very confused. “Petal is a sprite,” I say, as if that explains it all. It probably doesn’t. Out here, no one seems to know much about the supernaturals outside of werewolves.

The Reclamation’s cracks widened. And then A new sound broke through. Not thunder. Not wind. **Drums.** From deep within the cliffs, a rhythm began. It wasn’t mortal. It wasn’t divine. It was **primordial**. The sky changed. The ground began to bleed. Elias dropped his book. “Oh gods… they’re not just here to reclaim land. They’re called the Stoneblood.” Aria turned sharply. “That’s a myth.” “Not anymore.” From the base of the cliffs, the earth tore open.

The others dropped to the ground, writhing, screaming, clutching their heads. Even Kael felt it. The magic was ancient. It wasn’t just Hollowed or Guardian. It was something older. Primordial. Lyra stood now, arms outstretched, her body outlined in ghostlight. “Leave,” she said, her voice her own again—but deeper, calmer. “Or I’ll erase you.” The Hollowed leader staggered to his feet. “This power… it will consume you.” “I’ll decide what consumes me.” He vanished into the woods, the others crawling after him.

The air tastes metallic, charged, like before a lightning strike that never comes. And then the Council chimes in. Bastards. Always playing with fire they don’t understand. A harsh, filtered voice crackles over the comm, shattering the fragile tension. "Lily. Observe the Primordial manifestation. Initial containment protocols ineffective. Analysis indicates immense potential energy. Directive: Secure a sample. Immediate priority. Weaponization parameters are being drafted. Utilize your… unique resonance."

Turns out, Gran had it in her possession all along, a family heirloom, as it was prophesied by her great-many-times-over-grandmother, a witch of immense power. The prophecy read: "There will come a time when the Vlkodlak, Ragana, and Upir will live amongst the humans in peace. A child will be born of all three, and it will be powerful but also dangerous. The child would be the key to unlocking the Temryava, a force so powerful it will be the end. But just as the child is the key, it is also the only thing that can stop it if the Temryava does not poison its mind first."

His silver eyes flooded with tears as he wiped the little face with his own thumb. “A son…” he whispered, voice thick with a raw, primal sob. “It is our son, Maya…” And then — the baby took his first breath. He opened his mouth and let out his first cry. It was not the weak sound of a newborn. It was the Frequency of the Primal Void — pure, harmonic, immense — expanding in a perfect sapphire shockwave that tore through stone walls, swept across the city, and raced outward at thousands of miles per second across the entire continent.

Because from her conversation, he sensed some kind of hostility from her against the military. At his gesture, she started speaking, "Senior Creed, The ones who ascend from First Glitch get the title of 'Sacred'. The ones that ascend from Second Glitch get the title of 'Ethereal'. The ones that ascend from Third Glitch get the title of 'Demi-God'". And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'."

If she can't stand the burden of powers she was destined to receive, she will die. An uncomfortable silence of understanding fell upon everyone who was present. Wolves and witches. “Well, if that's the case, then let's keep praying.” Melissa holds her husband and daughter's hands tight and starts praying out loud. And soon, everyone followed her and started singing those sacred words out loud, giving strength to the prayer.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.