Primordial Chaos Novels & Stories

"A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand." "I don't want to be a brand." "You don't get to choose anymore." "I absolutely do." "No." She'd pointed at my phone. "The internet has chosen for you." That was the problem. The internet kept choosing things for me. A husband. A reputation. A personality. A motive. Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme.

He takes a breath and continues, “The primordial deities were the very first beings born into existence. They are the first race of gods and goddesses. They were astronomical entities, their forms elemental and cosmic, long before they figured out how to shape themselves into physical beings. There are eight of them: Khaos, Gaia, Erebus, Nyx, Tartarus, Hemera, Chronos, and Aether.” He pauses briefly before driving the point home. “Khaos—the Void—was the very first primordial. It’s believed that all the other primordials originated from her. She was the first entity to appear at the dawn of creation, and she is the most powerful of them all. After her came Gaia, the primordial goddess of Eart

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

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.

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

I can relate to this song 'cause I have a super hella BAD childhood. I know in this world, I'm not just the only one who experienced a one hella bad childhood. But, I can't just accept the fact that they're a famous and respected lawyers, but they treat their daughter as if it is an animal who mustn't born in this world at the first place, tsk! Like a mistaken child. Damn it! So fucking unfair side of this world! Make me believe that hell is empty because the real demons are actually here, maybe it's one of the person you are talking with.

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

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!"