Primordial Chaos Novels & Stories

As a monk and a scholar of the ancient ways, Zoran was the pack’s primary connection to the history of their kind. Zoran felt the weight of their collective gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "For the creatures to possess primordial energy... it is a grave omen," he said with a grave voice . "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."

Anything that did happen to make it this far from the front lines would have to cross through the dead plains, and by the time they got here, they were practically dead already. I sat on my bed. Well, if you could really call it that. It was more of a pile of old, ragged blankets laid out on the floor. Looking out of the small window in the room, I watched as the moon slowly rose higher and higher in the bright star-filled sky. I was excited to say the least. Maybe this would be my chance to finally be accepted into the community here. It felt like an eternity as I watched the moon rise, counting the seconds, the minutes. It had to be close now. The clock in the living room chimed midnight,

Not god. It was primordial. Older than time, older than creation itself. Its form was impossible to comprehend: a mass of shadows, fire, and living energy, constantly shifting, a swirling amalgamation of reality and chaos. Wings—or appendages that resembled wings—stretched farther than the horizon. Its eyes, scattered across its body, shone with white-hot light that pierced through the souls of everyone present.

“Then sleep again. Let us continue building. When we’ve built something truly worthy, something that honors both old and new, maybe then you can wake and see what we’ve created.” “PERHAPS.” The Primordial began to fade. “I ACCEPT YOUR TERMS, GUARDIAN. I RETURN TO SLEEP. BUT KNOW THIS—IF YOU FAIL. IF THIS WORLD DESCENDS INTO CHAOS. IF THE BONDS YOU SPEAK OF BREAK… I WILL WAKE. AND I WILL NOT BE MERCIFUL.” “Understood. We won’t fail.” “WE SHALL SEE.” The Primordial vanished. Reality stabilized. The oppressive power faded.

A violent storm suddenly swept through the western side of the city. At both the hospital and the Cartwright Group headquarters, the electrical systems began malfunctioning over and over again. The wiring was brand new, yet the power would short-circuit out of the blue. Entire buildings would fall into darkness before the electricity was restored minutes later. Dean knew exactly what it meant. These were the signs of the world collapsing, and every time another abnormal event appeared, the System’s warning became more frantic. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 15 hours, 12 minutes remaining.]

Astral projection had its perks. “Shut up, I’m getting to the good part. As I was saying, after the creation of the multiverse, Fos became unaware of anything as he was completely bonded to the void. Zoi, the second brother saw a chance to siphon the power off Fos slowly, gradually destroying his creation and him, and then rebuilding it as he saw fit. Of course, his kind disagreed and tried to fight him. They mostly died, until Ente had to absorb his entire race, create an abyss around the multiverse, and banish Zoi beyond it. This sacrifice killed his people and greatly diminished his power. The fifth world, as we called it, was now a raging storm of unused extradimensional energy. The ener

“R-Re...demp...tion, nev--er ca-ca...me” Then everything went black. ***