Primordial Black Novels & Stories

Wilbur was able to see the hundreds of thousands of demons on the other end of the black hole reaching out, craving his flesh and blood, as well as his soul. At that moment, Wilbur shouted out, "Tertiary Immortal Combat: Absolute Extinction!"

"I did do that, didn't I?" "Ya think?" I gaped. "I thought...well, you know what I thought. I do apologize for striking you, daughter. No, those were not Hellion's spheres. While Prime's powers have gold in them, they are black and gold. Pure golden magic is quite rare." She bit her lip, seemed to struggle with herself. I kept myself from biting her head off. Tried to at least. Just as I was getting ready to rip into her for holding back she opened her mouth and answered. "Pure golden magic comes from what we Prime's call the Event. It is the birthplace of all Primes, all magic."

However, when had things ever been truly easy for her? "How come the yin qi from these plants are so pathetically miserable? Not even one out of a millionth primordial yin was produced!" What was primordial yin? It was the progenitor of yin, the purest and earliest form of yin among the entire multiple universes created by her father, Primordial Chaos Hun Dun. How many thousands, if not millions, of years had it been since her main body was destroyed? With that much time passing by, it would have been a miracle of several millennia if the yin qi in these plants were blessed with even one percent purity of its original form.

The giant emerging from the Atlantic was not a war machine but a disaster of ancient biology. It was the Primordial Malignancy, a remnant from a time when the Earth was a chaotic mix of competing forces. It towered three kilometers high, a jagged mountain of hardened bone, dripping black sludge that instantly destroyed the vibrant new moss it touched. "IT... IS... THE... BITTER... PART... OF... ME," the Earth resonated through Kael's boots. "THE... PART... THAT... HATES... CHANGE."

The Anatomy of the Primordial Heir The "Alpha-Variable" in the cradle was the perfect synthesis of Thorne-Symmetry and Vance-Noise. It was the "Result" Arthur Thorne had spent a century engineering—a being that could reboot the system. But the child wasn't a savior. It was a Black Hole with a heartbeat.

His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air. Blake sighs. He closes his eyes and puffs his cheeks as his hand comes over his nose and pinches it. "There is one other thing that is lethal to a primordial vampire Blake." His grandpa lowers his head. His eyes water and a lump forms on his throat. "Well!.... spill it gramps... what is it? I'll do whatever it takes." He sighs and looks melancholic towards Blake. "The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf."

Instead of producing a Golden Lycan, he had deformed his own pup. The crowd murmured in disappointment. Some left in disgust. Seizing the chaos, I moved to my black pup and held it gently until a soft click rang out. As my pup began to awaken, its body glowed faintly. “What is that?” “That presence… It’s the aura of a Primordial!” The council gasped, pointing toward me. People also stopped in their tracks. The light grew brighter, illuminating half the sky. However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow.

“None of the higher deities know, neither do the fates, but Agron found a way to wake her up.” “Why are you talking like Khaos is bad news? Yes, she’s powerful, but it can’t be that bad” Bianca whispers. Almost as if she was afraid of speaking. “Because she isn’t just a normal goddess. She is the first of the primordial deities, who are the first generation of gods and goddesses. They came to be when the universe was first formed. The primordials were really powerful.

Not because it had been defeated. Because something else was happening. The blackness in Elias's eye began turning brown. Slowly. Painfully. The Primordial screamed. Arielle realized what was happening. Elias wasn't destroying it. He was choosing it. The Primordial's voice shook the heavens. NO. Elias cried. Noah held his hand. Arielle held his other. Cassian stood behind her. The family gathered around them. And together, they watched the oldest force in existence face the one thing it had never been able to understand.

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