Primordial Gods Novels & Stories

If I felt no guilt at all about how things had turned out, then I truly would have been a terrible person. Still, amid her emotional rambling—her guard lowered whenever she became agitated—I managed to piece together fragments of information. I had already suspected that anything treated so seriously by those battlefield vanguard figures must relate to the rivalry with the Aesir and perhaps even involve the Twelve High Gods, so that part did not surprise me. What did surprise me… was their plan. And to understand it, one must begin with the origin of the world itself. In the beginning, the world consisted only of two realms—one of cold and one of heat—separated by the vast and bottomless Gin

I said, standing abruptly. "We left it out because the prophecy is unclear. It means your children have the power to unite all supernatural races and create unprecedented peace. Or to destroy everything if corrupted." Elder Morgana's ancient eyes held mine. "There are those who would seek to turn them. Forces far older and more dangerous than warlocks." "What forces?" Zane's voice had gone cold. "The original dark ones. The ones who were banished before even my time. They're called the Primordials, and they've been watching the prophecy unfold from the shadows of the magical realms. They know about Aurora and Atlas. And they're already making plans."

he threw, a question on me. "I don't know grandpa; even if they exist, and mated with humans daughter; their children might have genuine power," I jumped in that stupid conversation with him, "Up in heaven, everything was glorious; made beautiful and obedient towards almighty; but there was an angel called 'The morning star' not satisfied with what he has given; he wanted all he had given," his voice was intense with emotions, "The time when the earth was an abandoned place. Slowly as life blew its wind on the earth; creation started, all the creatures started evolving, and after a thousand years, humans developed themselves as the dominion creatures of this planet," he purred,

The World creation story and The Great War In the beginning three were four beings named Order, Chaos, Creation and Darkness,creative names right?, who had great power and lived in peace with each other just the four of them before they wound up yearning for more than the emptiness that surrounded them. One day Creation decided to see what their powers would do if they tried to bring something into this empty nothingness. “If anyone can bring something to this place it would be me.” Creation thought.

Below her there was : 1. God Of Magic, Crowley 2. Goddess Of Love, Althea 3. Goddess Of Farming, Delfhy 4. God Of War, Rudeus Well Audelia only knew few of them as she didn't pay much attention to it in the past life. There were many other gods and goddesses out there. They all governed every aspect of this world while Goddess Ultimia watched over them. Audelia knelt and clasped her hands together as she closed her eyes and prayed. Just as she was about to utter her words in her prayers, Audelia felt like her soul had been sucked out and what greeted her the moment she opened her eyes was white dimension and a single woman.

Languages: Modern: Odano Ancient: Aacuxati - Goddesses and Gods powers explained A-W Aura Manipulation: Aura magic deals with spiritual essence, to control Aura magic you need to be in charge of your emotion and good mental focus, she can project, sense and withstand the darkest auras, she can also take someone's soul by draining their aura. Primordial Chaos Manipulation: Primordial means, existing at or from the beginning of time; primaeval and Chaos means complete disorder and confusion. Only the royal family of Aekkicion can use the Primordial Chaos magic as their family was the first to use it, Adrian is apart of this family.

"But these pre-cataclysmic texts speak of an older era—before the sun and moon were bound to the sky. An era ruled by the Primordial Frost." "The Primordial Frost?" Marcus frowned. "Is it another shifter tribe?" "No," Aurelia shook her head. "They were not shifters, nor were they beings of elemental mana. They were the primordial static—beings born from the cold void before the world's core ignited. When the First Sovereign and the Sun Queen created the Primarch’s Crucible, they didn't just regulate the world's mana... they sealed the Primordial Frost deep beneath the glaciers of the far North."

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

“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.