Primordial Malzeno Novels & Stories

"No one outside our immediate bloodline could have breached that safe." Elena stepped closer to the console, her emerald eyes scanning the retreating figure on the screen with razor-sharp intensity. "That coat... that posture... Adrian, look at the insignia on his left lapel." Adrian zoomed in on the video feed. Embossed on the stranger's coat lapel was a small, silver pin shaped like an inverted triangle intertwined with an open eye—the ancient crest of The Primordial Order, a mythical faction that corporate historians believed had vanished before the industrial revolution.

“Testing her patience.” Kieran smirked. His hand punched thumb and forefinger together, tapping twice at his chin. “Seeds?” Implying at the thing she does with the little black seeds. Malen nodded, her hands forming small circles near her chest. “Healing drills.” She signed 'injury' by tracing her middle finger down her opposite arm, then shook her head sharply. “Fake.” A quick downward push of both hands. “Skip chores" Her fingers paused midair, then brushed forward. “She saw right through it.”

The giant emerging from the Atlantic was not a war machine but a disaster of ancient biology. It was the Primordial Malignancy, a remnant from a time when the Earth was a chaotic mix of competing forces. It towered three kilometers high, a jagged mountain of hardened bone, dripping black sludge that instantly destroyed the vibrant new moss it touched. "IT... IS... THE... BITTER... PART... OF... ME," the Earth resonated through Kael's boots. "THE... PART... THAT... HATES... CHANGE."

Very disrespectfully, she returned to pay attention to all aspects of the man who was still standing firmly in front of her. She just realized a few things. First, this man's skin was completely pale – too pale. Just like all members of the Argent Family. And second, if you pay attention once more, the man's brown bead has now changed color. Bright red like Leona's when angry or when she has found her quarry. "He just isn't human." Inner Malia. The man also showed a thin grin when Malia began to show her restlessness. "Introduce. Me, Derick Skarsgard." he said while stretching out his right hand in front of Malia.

“Mazy is immortal.” “Yes, and so are you,” he says. I blink at him, confused. “When you completed the ceremony, you shared power. The white streak in your hair tells me you are now immortal.” He grins and continues to stare at me. “I wonder what other abilities she might have shared with you.” “That happens?” “Not always. The wolves who carry multiple abilities can share after mating, but Mazelina is different again.” he stares harder. “Mazelina is the Legend of the White Wolf and has infinite abilities.”

It must be fascinating to be up there watching your creations suffer yet still look for you. Lucas got to Santuario del Santo Cristo near midnight already after making sure Selene is already in deep sleep. He turned off the car engine after he parked beside the church and stepped out. When he is approaching near to Domus Malum, he felt some different energy. An ominous feeling that was very familiar to him. His eyes widened when he figured out where the energy comes from, he rushed down to the bunker and opened the door to Domus Malum. “Zera!” He yelled for her name as soon as he got inside. He ran to the lounge to find it cold empty and left untouched. He rushed to his room, pushing the doo

Kael The palace hadn’t stopped shaking. Even after the tremors faded, the walls still hummed — not with fear, but with recognition. Like they remembered something old. Something divine. Something dangerous. Malen arrived at dawn, his cloak streaked with soot, his eyes too bright for comfort. He bowed low before speaking. “It’s begun.” I didn’t need to ask what he meant. The golden scar across the horizon still burned from the night before — a wound in the sky that refused to fade.