Primordial Era Novels & Stories

And through those wounds, the seven Primordials descended with judgment that made their previous trial seem gentle by comparison. "You have violated our verdict," the lead Primordial said, its voice resonating across every frequency in existence. "We acknowledged your evolution. Blessed your unity. Granted authority that transcended normal limitations. And you repaid our trust by fragmenting yourselves, by wielding powers carelessly, by endangering the stability we built into creation's foundation." "We separated to protect allies," Aria protested weakly. "To defend against coalition attacks. We—"

Everyone was dropping everything to attend because any potential solution was worth investigating. Jamie appeared through a dimensional portal looking more corporeal than she had in years. Living in dimensional space had changed her but she still looked recognizably herself. "Thank you for coming so quickly," she began without preamble. "I have been exploring the deepest parts of the buffer dimension for months. Areas even Phoenix rarely visits." "What did you find?" Luna asked. "Ancient beings. Older than the Architects and older than the Creation Realm consciousness." Jamie's voice shook slightly. "They are called the Primordials. Reality's original creators."

We pushed through the final wall of the Primal Frost: and then we saw it. The First Mother’s Cradle rose from the ice: a massive: crystalline structure that looked like a cathedral of light and frozen time. It wasn't made of obsidian or marble; it was made of pure: compressed resonance: a glowing: translucent heart that pulsed with the very first rhythm of the world.

Eons before the Earth became lush and green—before the rise of forests, oceans, and the dominion of man—the world was a scorched and barren wasteland, ruled by creatures of terrifying legend. In that primordial time, fourteen realms divided the known universe, each governed by deities and demonic entities bound by the ancient laws of balance.

A Fae History Lesson It began with the birth of a new realm, before the earliest Fae chronicles. In that pristine age Primordials stirred into being, immortal architects who wielded both creation’s breath and destruction’s edge. With a whisper they could fashion worlds; with a sigh they could unravel them back to stardust.

He exhaled slowly, as if my ignorance physically pained him. “The Shift,” he began, “was the first moment the world changed. When the moon touched the earth and chose the first wolves. When man and beast merged. When power took physical form.” He turned the candle in his fingers, letting its blue flame dance across his skin. “But before that moment,” he continued, “there were beings who roamed the world freely. Beings made of pure essence. Pure strength. Pure destruction. They were called The Primals.” I blinked. “Primal… like primal wolves?”

I said and they seriously listening to me, "You can hear me...are you the princess who gives birth name to me?, my baby asked me and of course I got confused into what she was saying, and then suddenly she put her forehead into mine and wosh! flashback happened" I continue, "And then there I see that when my mother give birth to me she is inside the dragon lair and my baby Eruvia's mother too also give birth to her beside my mother and at the same time our both mother give, birth name to us at the same time making her my birth familiar," I said and sidhiyel and Limiel got amazed except Eclipsa because she already knows what happened, "But my baby said for her to be able to be mine I need to

Yeah, it was so unexplainable how these things happened…“ ”No, what I mean is… how dinosaurs are the first to show. It was like a Mesozoic era at first and then what happened last night was a Paleozoic. Now we are back in the era of what this world usually is“ Ah, so he isn't talking about the events happening suddenly but about those events happening in an unexplainable manner. Well.. he was right. He does have a point… ”It makes me think that the one who created this is a total idiot person“

“Run.” The silver Source’s voice cut through chaos. Not a suggestion. A command wrapped in terror Lena had never heard from it before. She didn’t run. Couldn’t. Her eyes locked on the thing fighting the third Source. It was massive. Shapeless. Like darkness given weight. Where it touched, reality broke. Cracked. Bled something that wasn’t blood. “What is that?” she demanded. “The Primal. The thing that birthed all Sources. The original hunger from which all others descended.” The silver Source pulled her backward. “It should be sleeping. Has been sleeping for millennia. But we woke it. By changing. By evolving. By becoming something other than pure appetite.”

The emergency broadcast system, usually reserved for hurricanes, blared through every TV and radio, revealing the existence of the supernatural world. Humans were scared, no doubt about it. But that fear quickly curdled into something far more dangerous. They started attacking anyone they thought might be a supernatural creature. Innocent humans, caught in the crossfire, lost their lives in a wave of panicked violence. What these frantic humans didn’t understand was that we had been living among them for centuries, undetected. Why on earth would they think they could identify one so easily?