Primeval Novels & Stories

“Run.” The silver Source’s voice cut through chaos. Not a suggestion. A command wrapped in terror Lena had never heard from it before. She didn’t run. Couldn’t. Her eyes locked on the thing fighting the third Source. It was massive. Shapeless. Like darkness given weight. Where it touched, reality broke. Cracked. Bled something that wasn’t blood. “What is that?” she demanded. “The Primal. The thing that birthed all Sources. The original hunger from which all others descended.” The silver Source pulled her backward. “It should be sleeping. Has been sleeping for millennia. But we woke it. By changing. By evolving. By becoming something other than pure appetite.”

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

As the Shadow Pack closed in, Melissa's Omega energy surged to the forefront. She felt a strange, tingling sensation building inside her, like a storm about to unleash its fury. Damien's eyes locked onto hers, his expression intense. "Melissa, don't," he growled, as if sensing the power building within her. But it was too late. Melissa's Omega energy burst forth, like a dam breaking under pressure. A blinding light enveloped the clearing, and the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly power.

The voice slithers through the ruins, wrapping around my spine, curling like smoke through the cracks in my soul. Did you really think you could unmake me? That tearing their chains would silence me? The air freezes. The light flickers. And from the wound in the sky, it steps through. Not a shadow. Not a man. A god. No—worse than that. The Primordial. Its shape is a lie. A thousand forms at once, shifting like smoke and silk, eyes blooming and blinking and burning out in an endless cycle. Its smile is carved from the bones of night.

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

But his eyes weren't gold; they were a flat, glowing violet, and his skin was covered in a mesh of integrated circuitry. "Subject 000-Prime," the man spoke, his voice a perfect, soulless mimicry of Caleb’s own. "The father of your line. You are merely a copy of a copy, 001. A weapon that developed a soul. A flaw that must be erased." The Prime pulled a blade of solid Void-energy from his wrist. Caleb stepped forward, the silver in his eyes burning with a fire that no machine could replicate. "A flaw?" Caleb smirked, his claws extending. "That 'flaw' is the only thing that's going to survive this conversation."

He felt the weight of the Atlantic Ocean above him, the heat of the tectonic plates below, and the heartbeat of the Amber Seed thousands of miles away. ​He didn't fight the Prime’s frequency. He absorbed it. ​The silver circuits in Leo’s arm began to glow with a blinding, white heat. The "Echo" from the rig flowed into him, but instead of breaking him, it was transformed by the "Anchor" in his soul. ​Leo grabbed the Prime by the throat. ​"You have the voice," Leo whispered, his eyes turning a burning orange. "But you don't have the Blood." ​Leo unleashed a "Primal Surge", a wave of pure, unrefined energy that he drew directly from his own marrow. It wasn't a digital signal; it was a scream o

"Tell me first." She looks at Bastien. Just briefly. Then back at me. "A Volana pregnancy with a bloodline Alpha father is not the same as a standard wolf pregnancy," she says. "The combination produces something the old pack texts call a Prime. It's not a term used anymore because the last recorded Volana birth was almost eighty years ago." She pauses. "A Prime is born with both bloodlines fully activated. Not latent. Not suppressed. Active from birth." The room is very quiet.

Valerius’s glowing purple eyes locked onto Lyra, his gaze hungry and calculating. "The Crucible does not merely forge weapons," Valerius continued, taking a step down the altar stairs. "It is the ignition matrix for the primordial bloodline. For fifteen years, I tried to force the lock using the siphoned energy of your mother, Queen Aurelia. But her core was faded, damaged by grief and age. She was merely an echo. But you... Lyra... you are the pristine, unblemished spark. Your blood carries the absolute ignition code."

I said kind of shivering This time he didn't even ask, he just pull off his jacket and covers my body with it "Thanks" I said "Though I didn't ask you for it" He smiled "Bt you ain't giving it back either" we both smiled "This place actually works like magic...its my secret place, not even my mom or Josh knows about it, well except you" I smiled sadly "Why is it a secret to everyone?" I asked cautiously, hoping I wasn't passing my boundary "Cos it's the only place on earth that makes me happy... This place... It's... It's precious... To me" He concluded