Primordial Demons Novels & Stories

The voice slithers through the ruins, wrapping around my spine, curling like smoke through the cracks in my soul. Did you really think you could unmake me? That tearing their chains would silence me? The air freezes. The light flickers. And from the wound in the sky, it steps through. Not a shadow. Not a man. A god. No—worse than that. The Primordial. Its shape is a lie. A thousand forms at once, shifting like smoke and silk, eyes blooming and blinking and burning out in an endless cycle. Its smile is carved from the bones of night.

Chapter 27: Talk She wore her troubled past like scars- she had been through battle. And though no one could see her demons they could see the face that conquered them. *************** My head throbbed painfully and I found it difficult to open my eyes. I could hear voices arguing. "Why should I even trust you? You're probably a psychopath who resembles her deceased brother because of some weird coincidence!" "For the last time, I am her brother!" "You're an ever bigger asshole if that's true! How could you abandon her like that? You coward! Do you even realize what you put her through? She almost got killed because for you!"

And it was trapped inside the body of a girl I had treated like garbage for eighteen years. The irony wasn't lost on me. "Get some sleep," I told Daren. "I need you clear-headed tomorrow." He wandered off toward his tent, and I was alone again with my thoughts. The truth was, I didn't fully understand what Sylari had become. The vaelth spoke of something called the Primordial, an ancient force that predated all the races, something the Moon Goddess herself had tried to destroy and failed. They said Sylari was its vessel, its prison, its cage.

She dared not take another action and warned everyone quickly, “Don’t move. Don’t resist. Just go down this way.” At the same time, the dark demonic lotus inside Alex’s body suddenly said to him, “Be careful. There are Primordial Spirits here. They are dead souls sacrificed during the great war between primordial gods and demons. They have turned into peerless dreadful devils in this special environment. This place is definitely a dreadful place. I can’t suppress them even with my demonic attribute.”

she replied, "but not for the bloodbearer. Come. I will show you using pictures that were drawn on our walls centuries ago." She led me into a massive hallway and I saw the drawings on the walls. There were smaller werewolves, bowing to much bigger ones that sat on thrones. Beside these thrones were stick figures, wearing long hats and holding wands in their hands. I stared at her inquisitively and she pointed at the particular drawing I was looking at. "The one on the throne is a primordial. They were the strongest wolves to ever live. The primordials ruled over everyone, other werewolves, Lycans, the witches and basically all of mankind bowed to them." "The primordials are extinct now, so

It called to Elena, a resonance that vibrated through her very bones, a promise of salvation that she could not ignore. But the Primordial's servants were waiting. They poured from the shadows like a tide of nightmares, their forms twisted and terrible, their eyes burning with cold fire that held no mercy. They were not creatures of flesh and bone, but of pure darkness given shape—hungry, relentless, and utterly without pity. Their claws dripped with shadow that sizzled against the stone floor, and their voices rose in a chorus of ancient hatred that shook the chamber to its foundations. The sound was like nothing Elena had ever heard, a cacophony of rage and hunger that threatened to drown

"One who holds the exact age of a demon, as well as its name, has complete dominion over it." "I see. Like a servant?" His eyes sparkle. "Like a slave." "Oh." The redhead proceeds with the explanation: "But if it matters that much to you, our friend here is one of the Originators. Which makes him older even than Earth itself." "Originators?" "I like the way you tilt your head when you don't understand or know something." Julian doesn't seem to be debauching. "As I said earlier, there are many things we must still teach. But just to get that cloud of confusion out of your head, Originators are the demons who were cast out of Paradise."

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...

Although it looked rough, it was also because of this that it gave off a feeling of desolation. The temple was tens of thousands of meters high, and the purple-black "sun' hovered above it. The temple was surrounded by dense demons like ants. They knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing in the direction of the temple. The lowest realm of these fiendish demons was similar to the palm-shaped fiendish demon that Caspian had killed at the beginning. And these demons had all kinds of strange appearances. Some were scorpion-headed, some were square-shaped, and some had tentacles in groups. It was incredible.