Primeval Novels & Stories

He reached into his leather pouch, pulling out a glowing, basketball-sized orb of pure, purified divine energy—the Ancient Primordial Core harvested from the defeated Obsidian Behemoth at the Iron Ridge. The moment the core was exposed to the forest air, the surrounding trees seemed to lean inward. The damp moss beneath Kael’s boots bloomed with tiny, glowing golden flowers, and the misty air lost its icy chill, replaced by a wave of pure, concentrated nature-mana. Elaria and her four Sentinels gasped, lowerings their bows by several inches as their eyes fixed on the divine relic in absolute awe. "A... a Primordial Nature Core..." Elaria whispered, her voice trembling. "Restored to pure ligh

The High-Gate did not lead to another galaxy; it led to a "Temporal-Static-Buffer." As Avery Vane-Thorne stepped through the aperture, she left behind the "Basalt-Glass" weight of the Earth’s core and entered a realm of "Absolute-Resolution." There was no air, no gravity, and no "Wilding." There was only a floor of white-chrome data and a sky of "Perfect-Information." Standing at the center of this void was a figure that froze Avery’s newly-formed geological heart. It was Avery Vane-Thorne, but she was not "Standard-Human," "Amethyst," or "Gold." She was "The Audit-Prime." Her skin was a flawless, un-weathered silver, her eyes were twin lenses of absolute logic, and she wore a crown made of

"We received your... loud notification. The shattering of a Harvester Command Vessel is a feat usually reserved for the elder civilizations. We wished to see the 'primitive' world that managed it." "You've seen it," I said, stepping forward. I let the "Holy Fire" shimmer just beneath the surface of my skin, a silent warning that the primitive world had teeth. "I am Elena, the Argentum Prime. This is Killian, Alpha-Prime of the Silver Line. You used the word 'Acknowledge.' What exactly are you acknowledging?"

Was Julien here yet? "I never want to be without this," he.leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. "It's a good thing you'll never have to be," I reassured, moving my hands up his chest and around his neck. I'll forever belong to him, even when there comes a time when he and I are no longer us, instead, people who've lived a life. "Souls are meant to be immortal.” He lifts his head, pressing his lips to my forehead, and I can feel the length of his smile against my skin. His phone pings, but instead of seeing who it is, he just pulls away and grabs hold of my

In the place where she had stood, there was only a single silver-grey scalpel, its blade stained with the original amber. ​The Ninth Peak is the new Suture Zero, a mobile nursery for a galaxy that is finally, truly alive. But Sarah-Prime has vanished into the deep void, and as Elara picks up the first scalpel, she realizes that the "Prime" version of her mentor has left behind one final, hidden code—a sequence that isn't for a planet, but for a person who hasn't been born yet.

Aiden P.O.V I breathe in the fresh air from my room. Today this morning felt a little different. It gave me a feeling of satisfaction and good vibes. It felt amazing. I showered and changed into my clothes as this was the first day of high school so I couldn't wait. I brushed my still wet hair with my fingers to fix it and styled it as always. I Picked up my car keys and ran out of my room. As I passed the kitchen my stomach growled warning to be eat somthing. "Aiden eat something honey" my mom shouted from the kitchen knowing me too well. "Sorry mom jes is waiting I'll eat something on my way" I shouted back as I ran towards the door. "okay get home early we have a party to attend" she agai

On the other hand, another daughter Myra, the same strong stone-cold girl like Minerva just ignored his superiority. “Is it an anticipation of some big cyclone?” Rana asked his subconscious mind. Minerva was a rebel and a fighter too. So is her daughter, too. Every word of Myra was sharply cleaned to pierce any heart. And today for the first time in his house people became rebels. His wife, his son. He could feel his grip getting loosened up over many a thing.

Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft hand in his rugged palms and kissed it. Her personal guards tensed, their leather coated hands on the hilt of their swords. Trix watch the exchange with curiosity, in a strange way wishing that they would start a fight. Her wish came through when Rexus slipped a ring from the princess’s hand and the sound of metal scraping against metal

There were gold and silver ripples around him as he quietly dissolved the pressure of the two eyes. The young man of the Demon Clan was the supreme lord of the young generation of the Demon God Palace, Prince Primeval. "We can begin our battle now." Prince Primeval's eyes were calm, but there was a kind of crazy burning heat in the depths of his eyes. His whole body was full of fighting spirit and was like a volcano that was about to erupt, showing extreme danger everywhere.

Liora hesitated for a moment, her luminous form rippling with a cascade of colors before answering, "Yes, and more. It is not just a force but an entity, one that predates even the Song of the Ancients." Niamh, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with a pendant she wore—a keepsake from her guardian initiation—asked, "An entity? One that's powerful enough to merge realms?" Liora's eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, locked onto Niamh's. "It is known as The Primordial. A being from a time when realms were but a singular existence. It seeks to return all to that state of oneness, but not in harmony. In dominance."