Primordial Demon Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

“We’ll have a kid—ah, I’m excited.” “Me too… me too.” --- Needless to say, my Crocell grew up to be a very lovely boy and Beelzebub spent all his time grooming our little prince as we finally merged our territories. I may not have a large area to govern compared to Beelzebub but it is still enormous. We are blessed by the cosmos—our marriage, everything. We had a great territory and citizen plus we have our miracle, Crocell, the first ever demon to be conceived by both people who had fallen from graces. He was the proof of our love and he is also the cosmos’ physical from of darkness and night—not necessarily evil but he’s the literal darkness that comes every night.

"I have information you need to hear." I gestured for her to continue, feeling Mason and Ethan tense on either side of me. "There are whispers in the darker corners of the realms," Alexandra began. "Ancient powers stirring, older even than the Void Lord. They're not happy with the new balance you've created." "We expected as much," I replied calmly. "Do these powers have a name?" Alexandra's eyes darted nervously between us. "They're called the Primordials. Beings of pure creation and destruction that predate the very concept of balance. And they're coming."

I don't mean to flatter myself, but it sounds like he's in love with me, and he's getting ahead of himself. A relationship with anyone who is not like myself could be hazardous. Especially when you're like me, supernatural and hunted. Even among the supernaturals, my type is hunted and killed. Humans were the ones who took us in and helped us. They also gave us a name. Gargoyle. A creature that is both grotesque and hideous. Of course, most don't look like a demon that crawled out of the earth, but it helped to represent us, albeit to the extreme. Gargoyles were the product of a union between an angel and a demon.

All at once, I began, eyes glowing red, hypnotizing the two of them, and began the story that'll change the fate of the world. Years, years ago, the world was in turmoil, man against man, the world in jeopardy. Three divine beings rose up from the ashes of the world in flames. Hell's first, Lucifer, second, The Destroyer, and a random force of nature, demon of wind and fire. The most erratic demon there is. A rogue demon. A demon that has no name, broke out of Hell's gate, a demon of destruction. Years to come, humans survived the dark age, grew, got to learn how to forgive mistakes, and the world was peaceful once more. But the uncontrollable demon of wind and fire, a demon of god status, w

“Who are they?” Darius’s gaze darkened. “They are called the Primordials. Beings that existed long before your kind, long before the first werewolf. They are the source of true power, the origin of darkness itself. And they have been awakened by the surge of magic in Fiona’s bloodline.” My breath caught in my throat. Primordials? The origin of darkness? It sounded like something out of a nightmare, but the way Darius spoke made it clear that he believed every word.

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

He commented. "I know and I want to kill each one of them." I said with a depressed voice. "I know what happened to you before you were saved by the Godfather. Demons are pesky and need to be eliminated. I wondered how many of them had reproduced with humans. I have heard from a source that they are preparing an army of demons and wanted to start a war against us." Azeal whispered to me. "Are you sure?" I was shocked but concealed my emotion and kept waving at the villagers.

I yell, hearing the quartz finally shatter and hundreds of demons are now see beginning to charge towards us! Five seconds, Five Seconds, FIVESECONDS!! All types and shapes, colors, and beings frighteningly gained their way to the middle of the bridge. Yielding swords, axes, bows, snapping jaws and even some two horned goat looking guy! This was my first time ever seeing demons since Bahm had started allowing me in. IT WAS A HORROR!!! I was frozen in fear. Bahm suddenly throws me to the farthest end away from him and stands in front of my body, trying to perform a spell.

“A royal prisoner and a first-order demon. He was once a member of the Kroma Conclave.” Fuck. I arched my brows in realization. “He's the master, isn't he? He's responsible for the human abductions.” Daemon nodded once. “That's right,” I shut my eyes. This kept getting more complicated by the second. A first-order demon turning humans into abnormalities of demons and shifters. This was insane. “What was his crime?” I asked with my eyes still closed, but when I didn't hear a response from Daemon, my eyes pulled up to him, and I was not prepared for the emotion that swirled in the endless darkness of his orbs.