Primordial Man Novels & Stories

"I've been waiting to meet you properly." The Primordial smiled, and his teeth were too sharp, his skin too pale, his presence too vast for a single body. And I realized with horror that this was the one I'd ejected from myself. It had simply found another vessel instead.

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.

I pressed my hand against my sternum. Felt the warmth there. The full transfer sitting in my structure like a room finally unlocked. The signal still going, still carrying, still reaching outward in all directions. Had been reaching since the valley. For hours. “How many,” I said. “The records. How many Primordial wolves?” Mace was quiet for a moment. “The records do not give a number,” he said. “They describe them as a remnant. A small group who carried the original line through generations of dormancy.” He paused. “Small is relative.”

"Can I stay here for a day or two? I don't think I'm ready to go back there. " "You can stay for as long as you want." Sydney's lips curved into a smirk. "Thanks, man." Michael said, patting Sydney's shoulder. "So do you know what kind of werewolf I am?" "You're a primordial werewolf." Sydney spoke without delay and Michael shuffled on the couch to face him. The look in his eyes told Sydney that he needed to say more. He got the memo and continued. "Primordial werewolves have been in existence since 70,000 BC. They were strong, fast and aggressive. They could literally do things other werewolves couldn't. In the 1880s, they were attacked by avians, both phoenixes and ravens. The regular and

They surrounded the concentrated ore unconsciously. Pairs of eyes were fixed on the fist-sized blue essence at the core of the concentrated ore from the deep sea. Everyone began to swallow unconsciously. The Primordial Concentrated Ore! That was a Primordial Concentrated Ore! The word "Primordial" indicated the simplest and earliest essence power at the beginning of the world. It was the essence of the concentrated ore from the deep sea. Even in the Sea Clan, this kind of essence was very rare. Basically, there might not be a concentrated ore that contained a Primordial Concentrated Ore in an ore vein that had tens of millions of concentrated ores in it.

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?”

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

pulsing with a frequency that threatened to shatter their bones. Suddenly, the aurora above us curdled. From the shifting mists of the horizon, three figures emerged. They did not look like wolves, and they certainly didn't look like men. They were towering columns of sentient energy—one of liquid fire, one of crystalline ice, and one of absolute, star-flecked shadow. They moved with a predatory grace that made our "Grey evolution" look like a clumsy, half-finished toy. These were the Primordials: the original architects of the wolf-soul, the ones the First Luna had betrayed to build her Foundry.

"Fuck Ty..... what am I going to do? I can't lose Selene... if that asshole even tries to lay a hand on her, I will make sure he never sees the light of day ever again." "You mean the light of the moon?" Ty says. "Shut up Ty.... you forget who he is??? He's not like any other fucking leech... he's a primordial like us... he can walk during the day. Nothing can stop this son of a bitch... nothing, except?" I remember something I read on the old archives my great, great, great grandfather had left written when they encountered the primordial as well. "Except what?" Ty asks.. I cleared my throat, and glanced towards him.

To hear Hades state that Khaos was powerful enough to bypass them means that no one can stand against her and win. Hades scoffs, as if what I said was ridiculous. “Don’t you know anything about the primordial deities?” I shake my head no. He exhales sharply. “Let me educate you then. Sometimes I forget you’re a newbie goddess.” He takes a breath and continues, “The primordial deities were the very first beings born into existence. They are the first race of gods and goddesses. They were astronomical entities, their forms elemental and cosmic, long before they figured out how to shape themselves into physical beings. There are eight of them: Khaos, Gaia, Erebus, Nyx, Tartarus, Hemera, Chronos