Primordial Man Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

—lighting up like a dying city. Only the Firstborn remained standing. He turned toward the dust-choked doorway, his arms open as if welcoming an old friend. A man stepped through the debris. He was ancient, but not frail. He wore a suit of charcoal silk that seemed to absorb the flickering candlelight of the villa. His eyes were not obsidian, nor hazel. They were a flat, matte gray—the color of a dead sea. This was Silas Vane. The Primordial.

“None of the higher deities know, neither do the fates, but Agron found a way to wake her up.” “Why are you talking like Khaos is bad news? Yes, she’s powerful, but it can’t be that bad” Bianca whispers. Almost as if she was afraid of speaking. “Because she isn’t just a normal goddess. She is the first of the primordial deities, who are the first generation of gods and goddesses. They came to be when the universe was first formed. The primordials were really powerful.

After an amount of time inconceivable for a normal human, the psionic storm eventually asks the question, “why am I doing this?” This question starts a cascade of other questions which slowly but surely make the storm more intelligent. With enough time, time that is uncountable for humans, the storm becomes aware of itself and slowly it compresses the storm into what one could call, a primordial soul due to its nature coming directly from the void. A primordial soul is a soul with so much psionic power that it could technically cause the creation of a galaxy. Bigger primordial souls can theoretically create another universe. In the entire history of humankind, there have been only 2 cases of

"So I just don't shift." The analyzer chimed. She crossed to it, read the results. Her breath caught. "What?" he said. "Damon." She looked up, eyes wide. "Your gene. It's not just ancient." "Don't tell me I'm a demon." Worse. "You're a *primal*." The word meant nothing to him. The fear in her voice meant everything. "Aurelia." He took her wrist, gentle. "What's a primal?" "It's the first wolf. The original. The one all others descend from. They were the ones who *made* the Moon Bond. Who set the rules of matehood." She swallowed. "If you wake it up. If you fully express. You don't just become a wolf."

What the hell was happening? "The last standing primordial is in our midst," the seer announced as his eyes never left mine and I hesitantly turned to Nic. "She is from the primordial bloodline, her power pulses through her veins." The man continued and my eyes bulged, mirroring Nic's. I had heard about primordials and their unmatched powers but they were said to be extinct...how could I possibly be one? "It all makes sense now..." Nic muttered to himself and I turned to him.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

He looked exhausted, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he was trying to piece everything together. “I am not entirely sure what it all means yet, Chiara,” he admitted, sitting at the edge of the bed. There was honesty in his voice, raw and unguarded. He let out a quiet sigh before giving me a faint, tired smile. “You always manage to surprise me.” “Is it something bad?” I asked, my voice smaller than I intended. He let out a low chuckle, though it carried little humor, and glanced briefly away before meeting my eyes again. “Primordial means you come from one of the oldest bloodlines. A lineage that ruled these lands long before the current packs existed.”

“No Mom, nothing like that. I just need for you to tell my again, and don’t leave any details out.” “Well, okay baby. When you were born you had an extra rib. The doctor joked that you may be the new living Eve and had the rib of your Adam. It only occurs in 0.2% to 0.5% or about 1 in 500 people, which makes you special. So, we didn’t hesitate in naming you Eve. I whole heartedly believe you are a gift baby and that your Adam is out there with the missing the rib, my dear, that you hold. He is who God has for you. No, you are not supposed to start the world over but you two are meant to be together.” I sat there stunned. I had heard the story plenty of times but it wasn’t relevant until this