Novel & Cerita Primordial Angel

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

Ace’s POV I got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

"Primordial energy is not something that can be manufactured or conjured from thin air. It is the very essence of an ancient wolf.. It is a life force." He stepped closer to a claw mark, tracing the edge of the stone with a finger. "For these creatures to carry that energy, it means a primordial wolf must have been drained of his power or killed in the process of its extraction. The energy is the soul, when it is taken away, the primordial dies. Someone is harvesting the blood of the ancients to create these monsters." A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the group. The idea that someone was hunting down the descendants of the first wolves to fuel a nightmare army was enough to make even t

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

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."

They were not vampires, they were not witches and they were not warlocks either. They were Primordials, entities born before supernatural bloodlines separated into species. They were the architects of forces, not the wielders of them they were concepts given consciousness. One embodied entropy and another embodied convergence. Then there was one who embodied silence. Another the unbroken law of balance. They did not rule territories, they observed eras. When the first ripple spread across the earth six months ago, they turned their attention briefly toward it. They recognized Inferno. They recognized the Flame Wolf awakening in full bond. And they dismissed it. Not because it was insignifica