Primodial Demon Novels & Stories

I answered, wrapping my legs around him and inviting him in. Without hesitation, my knight in shining armor entered me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the size of him. I grabbed onto him, feeling my sanity unravel as pleasure took over. As our bodies moved together, something shifted inside me. Something primal. The hollow ache I'd carried for years began to fill with something warm, something real. The mystery man’s control started to slip and his eyes flickered between red and pure silver, his breathing ragged. "I need…" he growled against my neck, his fangs extending. "I need to mark you."

"I'm telling you no. You're not in this alone, Zale, and I'm not letting whatever happened to Bo, happen to you too." I sighed. It was too late now. I shook off his grip and approached the waiting demon. It was odd that this thing hadn't tried to attack us or that it was being so open in the first place. This wasn't a turned pack member, this was one of the pure-blooded ones. They never came out of hiding. "Prime," the demon called again. His voice was a bit like a harp. Soft and melodious. No wonder he had been able to sway some of my pack.

explained Finnley with a sigh. Following that, Finnley added, “With all that said, Daryl wants to use your Herculean Primordial Spirit to maximize his masculine aura. Following that, he’ll be able to turn into a demon and since he’ll be at his peak performance by then, he’ll soon be able to turn into the most terrifying devil alive!” “I see… Then, are the Sanchez family and the others trying to become devilish cultivators as well?” asked Gerald.

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

And it was trapped inside the body of a girl I had treated like garbage for eighteen years. The irony wasn't lost on me. "Get some sleep," I told Daren. "I need you clear-headed tomorrow." He wandered off toward his tent, and I was alone again with my thoughts. The truth was, I didn't fully understand what Sylari had become. The vaelth spoke of something called the Primordial, an ancient force that predated all the races, something the Moon Goddess herself had tried to destroy and failed. They said Sylari was its vessel, its prison, its cage.

"Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celestial Blade, and went up to my room. I locked the door and drew a Pentacle, then proceeded to perform a demon-raising ceremony. It was so powerful, summoning a Greater Demon, that it split our house in two and reduced it to rubble. "Suprisingly enough, I survived. And there Aosoth sat,

I think we’d be better off dead’ ‘There’s no way I’m dying without even doing anything for my father, so don’t you think about it’ They didn’t come out yet. Only the growls sounded again. This time, more feral than the last. It made a chill run down her spine. The growls got closer and she saw their pairs of glowing eyes first before they slowly came out of the darkness, completely surrounding her. But it wasn’t that she was outnumbered that made her scared, but the beasts. What stood in front and surrounded her here was the most feared rogue beast of their kind. The Primordials! They were bigger than what she had seen in books with shiny red eyes and black fur, They had a creepy aura that m

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Although they were a lot of books with the same name, guessing by the last detail, this must be the book she was talking about. "Yes," answered Bella and confiscated Bethany's phone. "The book was written by a demon. When he descended on Earth, he created a cult group where they worshiped Lilith. The mother of demons and vampires. But over time, the book got lost, and no one has found it to this day. This was the brief description they found on G****e, along with the picture of the book. When they checked the link, they found it to be broken. "Bella, what does it mean?" Bethany asked and looked at Bella questioningly. Because it was mentioned that the book was lost for decades. How did Bella