Primordial Chaos Novels & Stories

Zip, zilch, nada. As I scrolled the screen, I watched it bounce back to the original state because there was absolutely nothing to scroll against. "What do you mean?" Came the sudden outraged cry of a female specimen in the cafeteria. I averted my gaze from my phone that was filled with loneliness and tried to find out what caused the ruckus. My gaze darkened when it settled on the Prime Empire's table. The brunette from earlier was on her feet, fire burning in her eyes. Amusement at her demeanor flew in the air between the members of the Prime.

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.

" I do not want money, I want Zuriel," " Well, he's not yours. Zuriel is my mate, and you must stop being delusional and snap back to your sanity!" I growl, angry and scared. I was scared not for my life but for my children. Halsey mentioned that hatchlings will protect themselves from attacks from poisons and magic, not crazy women bent on killing their mothers.

The angel’s glow dimmed slightly as its expression turned serious. “I don’t like that face,” Deja said, sitting up. “That’s your ‘Girl there’s a problem’ face. What now? “That’s why I’m here. There’s been a... complication.” Deja narrowed her eyes. “What kind of complication? Because if this is about that time I ordered three milkshakes and blamed it on the dog, that was survival, not gluttony.” “The timeline is destabilizing,” the angel said gravely. “The what is doing the who now?”

The child died. Nocté surfaced, and clouds of steam rose into the air. Pulling the dress over her wet body, the girl wandered back to the castle. The rest of the night was spent in nightmares that brought with them the appearance of a dead newt – crabs crawled out of the torn belly, clicking their claws. They devoured the dead flesh, and gray moths landed on the newt's eyes and mouth. The clicking grew louder until Nocté woke up. A day was breaking outside, gulls were screaming loudly, waves were beating noisily against the rocks. The air smelled like freshly baked bread. For the first time in forever, Nocté felt hungry. [1] Chaos — primary state of the universe, the formless totality of mat

An indefinite amount of time passed before Severin's voice echoed through the emptiness, "Chaos springs from the primordial void, and transcendence springs from chaos. This what it means to become a true sovereign." In the blink of an eye, the entire primordial void seemed to condense, and the lightning that struck down from it condensed into Severin's figure. Gazing upon the vast emptiness all around him, Severin touched the imprint on his forehead. Its purple glow began to pulsate, and a simple thought sufficed to cause a grand, chaotic realm to materialize before him in the void. Eons passed unnoticed as the chaotic realm unfolded, birthing a bubble-like expanse that teemed with life. Fam

“The New Primordial is creation evolved, but the Anti-Primordial is pure ending. Dissolution always wins eventually because everything ends.” “There has to be a way to help them,” I say desperately. “There is,” the Progenitor replies. “But you won’t like it.” Before it can explain, the Anti-Primordial does something that changes everything. It stops trying to erase the New Primordial and instead reaches down toward the convergence point, toward the seed I planted that started all of this. “It’s going for the anchor point,” the New Primordial shouts through our connection. “If it dissolves the seed, the bridge between old and new cosmic law collapses and reality destabilizes. Everything falls

It was his aura, the order revered by the Three Realms, a bottom line no one dared to cross lightly. Elijah had already become the vessel of the primordial source of Chaos. His eyes, one on the left and one on the right, respectively held the hazy obscurity before the primordial world's opening and the abyssal, bottomless blackness. There was no consciousness, no emotion, only the most primitive and violent instinct for destruction. Chaos Mist surged endlessly around him, every inch of his flesh flowing with power akin to the creation of heaven and earth. Wherever his fists and feet passed, there were no flashy techniques, yet they were enough to collapse space and make Zen Magic roar.

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."