Primordial Chaos Novels & Stories

She has been the reason I haven’t ended this world time and time again. This being had gone through a good bit. Many of my children seem to care about this human. I’m not sure why. Too many souls in one small being. I know what Chaos wants. He’s a twisted abomination at this point. He wasn’t always like that. He was my prized child that created this world. I have other children that have created other worlds. That’s why they are called primordials. They gave birth to the mothers and fathers of the creation of those worlds. The creations are always known as the Titans. The Titans are what the inhabitants normally refer to as gods. Anyway, I’m getting off track.

"Some option the Architect has not considered because cosmic entities are fundamentally incapable of thinking outside established parameters." "Like what?" New Lyra demanded. "First Entropy is primordial chaos. It predates thought. Predates choice. You cannot negotiate with it or transform it or love it into submission. It simply is—the original state before anything else existed." "Then we do not fight First Entropy," Rhett's strategic brilliance sparked. "We change what existence means. Make reality flexible enough to coexist with chaos instead of requiring perfect containment." "That is impossible," New Lyra said flatly.

With a punch, the four sides cracked and a crack appeared. Golden gas seeped out of the crack. This was Primordial Chaos Ancient Qi.

Tarloh stopped, took a breath and then, "What we seem to have here is a Shoggoth. For those who remember, the Shoggoths were servants to the Elder Gods, at least in the beginning. And when I mean the beginning, I mean the 'BEGINNING,' as in the beginning of creation. Back before reality as we know it came into existence, the universe was a thing of chaos and nightmares. There were no rules . . . no boundaries . . . no sanity, and certainly nothing resembling our version of 'morality.' It was a veritable orgy of violence involving creatures of power beyond anything any of us could truly imagine. Primal forces formed their own armies and made war against each other until only a few remained, b

After an amount of time inconceivable for a normal human, the psionic storm eventually asks the question, “why am I doing this?” This question starts a cascade of other questions which slowly but surely make the storm more intelligent. With enough time, time that is uncountable for humans, the storm becomes aware of itself and slowly it compresses the storm into what one could call, a primordial soul due to its nature coming directly from the void. A primordial soul is a soul with so much psionic power that it could technically cause the creation of a galaxy. Bigger primordial souls can theoretically create another universe. In the entire history of humankind, there have been only 2 cases of

A wet, visceral ripping sensation deep in the bones of the ship, deep in the bones of me. Reality screamed without making a noise. And what bled out… gods. Primordial Blood. The name slammed into my head, unbidden, tasting of iron and ozone and something impossibly ancient. Wrong. Not void, not silence. The opposite. Chaos given form. Raw, screaming proto-matter bleeding from the wound the Unraveler left behind.

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

he roared. “I don’t want to,” I said. “I want it free.” The primordial presence withdrew slightly, reassessing. Outcome uncertain. System evolving beyond initial parameters. The darkness below convulsed. The sky fractured. And somewhere deep within the new structure, something else began to form— Not a throne. Not a lock. A core. Unclaimed. Unfinished. The world wasn’t choosing anymore. It was becoming. And none of us knew what it would ask next. The light surged—

Through divine authority, I searched for the source but found only absence—void where being should be. "Who are you?" Luna demanded through all seven stations simultaneously. "I am what predates divinity," the voice replied. "Before the first goddess imposed order, I was. When reality was pure potential without structure, I thrived. Your organized ascensions are removing those who would oppose my restoration of primordial chaos." The Neverwere recoiled in impossible fear. "Not-that-was-before! Shouldn't-be-that-wants-to-be-again! We celebrate paradox, but that celebrates nothing!"

He reacted at once and released me. I barely had time to draw a breath when the crowd suddenly shifted. People all around me began jumping in time with the music. Someone ahead of me stumbled and collided with me, forcing me backward. I tensed without thinking. Then, a strange sensation surged up inside me, hot and unrelenting. My eyes widened. Oh no. It had already gone in.