Primeval Novels & Stories

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

he lit his cigarette taking a deep puff and coughed, he’s near his deadline blood filthy bastard. “I’ll send someone else to entertain you, just tell me where Aurora is…” I snatched the cigarette from his hand crushing it beneath my foot. “You’ll die early, it’s a wonder how you’re still alive.” I started leaving knowing he has no answers, he’s simply buying time for his son. Azrael can look after this jerk once I'm done finding Aurora. “Ever heard of a term named primordial?” my steps halted as he started speaking. “Don’t you wonder why the scariest of our kind are never mentioned in tales and folk anymore?” I didn’t know what he was talking about but still stood there to find if it’s somet

He loves the place as well. Tagaytay has an average humidity of 78%, making the city cooler than Metro Manila. It is not yet congested and it has a better view indeed. Seeing Kristina in deep sleep, Luther plays his song for her on his car MP5 player.... Born for You by David Pomeranz... "Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation

Miriam said. ​"No one could survive a crash like that," I said, shaking my head. ​"Miracles happen. Someone did," Miriam replied, a small smile playing on her lips. We gave her a skeptical look. ​"If the first one was worse and someone survived, maybe this time... maybe someone is still alive," Ash said, his voice full of hope. That’s Ashton Singh for you—the kind-hearted best friend who could find the good in anyone, even a friend of Satan.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

“You are not like the others. You carry the blood of the first. The primordial line flows within you.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded. “I’m just… me.” “You are reincarnated,” she said firmly. “You are the heir to power older than this pack, older than any Alpha. Your kind is rare, child. Primordial werewolves are the source of all others.” Kaelan’s breath hitched beside me. “She’s… primordial?” “Yes.” The priestess turned to him, her gaze unyielding. “And with that comes great danger. Others will seek to destroy her, to claim her power. You must protect her at all costs.”

“I’m the sum of what was left behind. Every Evryn who died for a version of me to live—she’s in here now. Breathing with me.” Suddenly, the room’s lighting shifted. A piercing beep-beep-beep sounded from one of the side panels. Aurex ran to it. “Something’s trying to interface with the Vault.” “Again?” Kai asked. “No,” Aurex murmured. “Not the vault we unlocked. The original one. Unit Zero.” A new voice buzzed through the comms—one none of them recognized. “Voiceprint detected. Codename: Evryn Prime. Access granted.” A hidden platform began to rise from the floor.

The air was thick with the scent of hot copper and the low-frequency hum of the stabilizers. "The Prism is a lock, Eva," Xander said, his voice dropping into the resonant chest-tone of the Alpha. "But the key isn't a password or a chemical formula. It’s a Cipher, the original language of the Wyrd, and you have to breathe it before you can speak it."

“This isn’t any ordinary hybrid. From what I’ve seen in my visions, he’s evolving. Feeding off every drop of spilled blood, growing stronger with every death.” Damien’s jaw clenched, his breath coming out in ragged bursts. “Might as well die a hero then,” he muttered. Before Nyla could reply, the ground began to hum. A deep vibration rolled through the dirt beneath our boots. The ground beneath us shook, a deep rumble of engines breaking through the silence. Headlights cut through the fog, sweeping over the blood-stained clearing. From the trees, shadows moved, and huge wolves with black coats that glinted under the moon emerged, their eyes burning with alpha fire.