Primordial Era Novels & Stories

She has been the reason I haven’t ended this world time and time again. This being had gone through a good bit. Many of my children seem to care about this human. I’m not sure why. Too many souls in one small being. I know what Chaos wants. He’s a twisted abomination at this point. He wasn’t always like that. He was my prized child that created this world. I have other children that have created other worlds. That’s why they are called primordials. They gave birth to the mothers and fathers of the creation of those worlds. The creations are always known as the Titans. The Titans are what the inhabitants normally refer to as gods. Anyway, I’m getting off track.

They had curated the growth of civilizations, ensuring that the influence of the Primordial remained suppressed in the margins of space. But the Primordial was not a foe that could be defeated by simple containment. It was a patient, ancient consciousness, and it had been studying them. ​It started in the sector they called "The Cradle," a cluster of worlds that had been the first to flourish under their new laws. ​Laura, existing as a faint pulse in the local ley lines, noticed the shift first. A vibration, a dissonance in the atmosphere of a major world. She reached out, expecting to find a natural tectonic disturbance, but she found something else. She found a presence. ​Standing on the b

As a monk and a scholar of the ancient ways, Zoran was the pack’s primary connection to the history of their kind. Zoran felt the weight of their collective gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "For the creatures to possess primordial energy... it is a grave omen," he said with a grave voice . "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."

Liora hesitated for a moment, her luminous form rippling with a cascade of colors before answering, "Yes, and more. It is not just a force but an entity, one that predates even the Song of the Ancients." Niamh, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with a pendant she wore—a keepsake from her guardian initiation—asked, "An entity? One that's powerful enough to merge realms?" Liora's eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, locked onto Niamh's. "It is known as The Primordial. A being from a time when realms were but a singular existence. It seeks to return all to that state of oneness, but not in harmony. In dominance."

While for him that was what the rise of Era… The era of a complete family… The era of a Vampire family… “You Protect Me And I Protect You, Together Let’s Rise The Vampire Era!”

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.

"What are you talking about? The Primordial is destroyed. I destroyed it myself. I watched it die." Elara's smile widened, cruel and knowing. "You destroyed a vessel, Elena. A shell. The Primordial was never a single being. It was a force, a concept, an idea that existed before the first light, before the first whisper of creation. It cannot be destroyed. It can only be transferred from one vessel to another. And it has found its new home." Elena's blood ran cold, her mind racing with dread. "Transferred to what? To whom? Tell me exactly what you mean."

“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

” “What do you mean by the prime four?!” “Ebedi, Zaman, Kalan, and Historia, these are the prime four, the original Gods, the ones who initially took control over the creation energy, but the energy was way too much for the four of them alone, and that is how we came to exist, us, the second generation Gods!” “You mean even the Gods have a hierarchy?!” “Yes!” Ayartma scoffed out the word, bothered with that fact, however, she was happy that the man was smart enough to keep up with her story, for she saw a very promising alliance lurking between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed and sealed.

Chapter 1: AMONG US Many Millenia ago, there existed two forces. Two co-dependent forces. The light…and the darkness. The energy formed by the inter-relationship between these two created the world as we know it. You call that the big bang, right? Well, our ancient language termed it ‘principium’, meaning… ‘the beginning’. Everything we see and feel and touch and hear was a product of their ‘relationship’. Everything…except us, Humans. The only beings capable of harnessing just the tiniest bit of energy the ancient forces emitted.