Primordial Demons Novels & Stories

Far above, the sky shifted violently. There was more light, more descending shapes. Not one, not two. There were many. The Primordials were coming. That was the beginning of the war with the gods.

"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." He stepped closer to a claw mark, tracing the edge of the stone with a finger. "For these creatures to carry that energy, it means a primordial wolf must have been drained of his power or killed in the process of its extraction. The energy is the soul, when it is taken away, the primordial dies. Someone is harvesting the blood of the ancients to create these monsters." A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the group. The idea that someone was hunting down the descendants of the first wolves to fuel a nightmare army was enough to make even t

The priest, who now had been killed, foresaw the tragedy to come and had enclosed their world, making it disappear from the face of the earth, yet in existence. When this had been done and another vision instructed that the people would voice out complaints to move to the new world, the other druids, came together and created the ‘Mylanthrope’- a misty cloud that takes one to the outer world under his wish. Their long-time counterparts heard of so and by the help of the demon, enclosed their own world, preparing ardently for Aberdeen so as to strike and lock them forever in the ancient land and make them slaves. They prepared, with snatches of upsetting Aberdeen. And on many occasions, the p

he narrated in a voice characterized by gloominess. “The criminal who killed our sister was actually one of the lower gods who served in our palace. He took Vixen’s soul and offered it to the ‘The Only One’ in exchange for power and position in the council. Mother left her position as one of the higher-ranking officers and immediately called off the rebellion because she already lost her will to fight and fell into despair. But she killed the lower god who betrayed her to avenge Vixen’s death. The god of gods knew about it and exiled us from the god realm. Then that’s the time when primordial demons invaded Celestia as you used your time magic to summon them f

"And the shadows… they tried to take me." Eldric's face went white. "Then they have awakened." Damon tightened his jaw. "Who?" With a strong voice, Eldric turned to face him. "The Primordials." There was a thick quiet in the room. Eldric went on, "The Void was never the real threat," "The Primordials—ancient beings of chaos—were sealed away long ago. But the rift has set them free." Damon's eyes grew gloomy. "And now they want Melissa."

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

They were renowned for being a vicious fighting race. On the other side. One of the envoys of the Demon God Palace was a beautiful woman like a fairy. Many people recognized that she was Princess Primordial, the First Fairy of the Demon Clan, the adopted daughter of the Demon God in the Northern Region. She was known as the Daughter of Destiny, whose talents were as dazzling as the sun. She was born with strange phenomena and was outstanding. Some people speculated that she was the reincarnation of the Demon Fairy from the immortal land to the human world.

"Do you know what a Primordial is?" "To my understanding, they are really old demons who have gained their strength from their years alive." "Yes, but Primordial's can also be werewolves. They are the most powerful werewolves in existence, no werewolf can match their power. They possess some abilities that normal werewolves don't. Their abilities are at their peak during a full moon, that's after they have mated. And they have heightened and enhanced senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste." Henry explained.

"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."

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."