Primordial Chaos Novels & Stories

I heard Ymir's familiar voice call from behind me. I swirled around and it fell on the bloody witch I've been wanting to see. She looked as young as she did back then, she wore a long dark dress and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders. But she wasn't alone. She brought company. It was three other past regent witches she conjured up with necromancy, I could sense their strong magical presence. They all stared at me with bloody intentions of my doom. “Come on Ymir, do you really think that I would be intimidated by these– these parlor tricks?” I say with amusement. “I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.”

Evrah was almost there. The dark blue fading into light blue to white. So much white, almost burning. She kept going. It was so close she could feel it. It got brighter still, too bright. She pushed forward, just a little left. She burst through the brightness of white until she collided with every color of the rainbow into an explosion of light and dark until it was gone. Evrah opened her eyes and glanced around. Above her hung the majestic mix of blues and white, cascading downward into darker hues of greens and browns, slowly fading into the softer colors she laid upon. She blinked a few moments taking in the feel of her skin upon her bones and the twitching muscles surrounding them.

This was entropy in its most primal state, the original chaos from which all forms of life, consciousness, and meaning had fought desperately to emerge like flowers blooming in the heart of a cosmic storm. Kai Jr., his young face etched with the weight of knowledge, called it the Primordial Chaos. "It's the raw entropy from which everything we are, everything we've ever been, struggled to escape," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "For eternities beyond counting, it has slumbered undisturbed in the deepest foundations of reality, content to remain dormant." But our light, the brilliant harmony we had painstakingly created across species and realm

“But she’s had a long day and requires a meal and rest. Will you inform Nyx and Erebus to have a chamber ready for her and some food, please?” Nyx? Erebus? I knew those names! They were both children of Chaos, a being of reality outside the ordered cosmos, and according to Greek mythology, Chaos was the first being to exist. Any children of his were considered primordial gods and goddesses, meaning they were more like a concept or idea. Like Nyx and Erebus...

I blush at Kelly’s words. “What are you saying? It’s not a lot to go on, but, here it is. An ancient traditional ritual for choosing a new leader, he must first journey alone to a crypt, and whatnot, find a ledger, the ledger with all their secrets,yada, yada, yada, creepy cult stuff, before he can compete to find the item, which in this case, is me.” Jesse makes a noise at the back of his throat. “What you’re saying is, they shouldn’t be looking be looking for you yet, since their secrets are out there in the open for whoever to find.” Kelly says quickly before Jesse can say something about how no one could hurt me.

Far above, the sky shifted violently. There was more light, more descending shapes. Not one, not two. There were many. The Primordials were coming. That was the beginning of the war with the gods.

Let me get to that. First and foremost, as stated earlier, how can there be destruction without life? And how can there be destruction without chaos? It's simple really. Life births destruction, and destruction, life. So where does chaos fit in? Chaos is the energy that makes the two thrive. The Universe has faced destruction many times, and it has birthed life in so many different ways and forms. Chaos is the name given to formless energy that swims so freely in every corner of the cosmos- some more than others. It isn't called chaos for no reason. It is so called because just like actual chaos, it brings destruction in its wake. It is a dangerous form of energy. One that can easily take a

The fabric of reality began to unravel as Evangeline channeled her cosmic fury into forces that existed at the very foundation of existence itself. Her threat to make love impossible throughout every dimension wasn't mere hyperbole—she was drawing upon authorities that predated the formation of consciousness, primordial energies that had shaped the earliest evolution of awareness when predation was the only mechanism by which complex beings could emerge from primordial chaos.

A low, rumbling voice echoed from the fractured sky: “You cannot hold me. I am the beginning… and the end.” And in that moment, Lila realized: the battle for Chaos College had only just begun.

“Master Sho, what ritual, what are you guys talking about?” The stabilization ritual, the hullabaloo where Master Shrock and Sho performed the spectacular light show, was done to keep the raging waves of order and chaos in new primes to a halt, and create a balance. Their character or nature determined what realm they would possess, either order or chaos. And with training, they gain control of the dot of their counterpart realm. This was relatively easy because, in its entirety, these dots were not really the prime’s true nature, but just a dot, an interference, an error. My case, however, was different. “I have never seen a dot possess the traits of a realm” said Craya.