Primordial Man Novels & Stories

For the first time, I understand. The Primordial wasn't trying to destroy existence. It was trying to return everything to the moment before anyone had to choose. The Creator whispered. Peace without choice. Noah nodded. Exactly. Arielle looked at Elias. The baby was staring at Noah. Then Elias stretched out his tiny hand. Noah approached. Their fingers touched. And the universe changed. A sound like the first heartbeat echoed across existence. The Primordial's enormous hand began disappearing. Not because it had been defeated.

As the light completed its condensation process, the energy it emitted grew even more terrifying to the old man! After staring intently at Gerald for a while, the old man’s eyes widened as he took a few steps back in horror. Seemingly understanding what was happening now, the old man then said, “This… This is the first stage of the Herculean Golden Primordial Spirit…! It seems to be the first-level potential release of the Herculean Primordial Spirit…! Which could only mean that… You… You’re Gerald…!”

“I need to talk with you.” Hissing and slithering like the animal that brought the first fall of the humans HE adores and created the first-ever sin and disobedience. His scales that are shining with their sheer silver and gold differentiate him from anyone, as He is just like the twin guardian, yet more than they could ever be is the Primordial God HE first created more than anything and anyone HE adores and ever loves. “Ophiuchus.”

“That shouldn’t have failed…” Hades laughed louder. “Great magician, reduced to nothing. Your power is only a copy. A shadow.” Gavriel clenched his fists. “What is going on?!” he demanded. “Explain. Now.” Zander wiped his mouth slowly, his hands shaking. “There are records,” he said quietly. “Older than our kingdoms. Older than the Moon Goddess belief.” He swallowed before continuing. “They say the Creator first made mankind. Man and woman. No magic, no beasts. Just free will.”

Prime looked vaguely like a voodoo doll. At the far side of the picture was a black gate. The lines were heavy and thick, bringing to mind jail cell bars. The top of each vertical bar was set with an arrow. Wide at the base, it winnowed up to a point that looked sharp enough to draw blood. "Prime is the Creator being. Exact or precise stories of its origin have been lost over the eons. Anda and Asta, along with their other siblings, are direct descendants of the Prime. Each was given an aspect or virtue of Prime. They were to gift it to their children, so on and so forth. Everyone with me?" He looked up, catching every one of our gazes.

If he was 'one head', how many heads are there then? "What's a primordial? " I asked. "The substantial body of Gods that controls and oversees the universe. Unfortunately, these very Gods became shortsighted to the truth, and now, the natural flow of time has been sabotaged, in other words; the universe as you know it is in danger" I scoffed. "This is a lot to take in. " Mann put down his veil revealing a broad face and thick long hair. "I am tied to this body as long as I don't recover the utmost control I had over time. "

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."

"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."

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.

she replied, "but not for the bloodbearer. Come. I will show you using pictures that were drawn on our walls centuries ago." She led me into a massive hallway and I saw the drawings on the walls. There were smaller werewolves, bowing to much bigger ones that sat on thrones. Beside these thrones were stick figures, wearing long hats and holding wands in their hands. I stared at her inquisitively and she pointed at the particular drawing I was looking at. "The one on the throne is a primordial. They were the strongest wolves to ever live. The primordials ruled over everyone, other werewolves, Lycans, the witches and basically all of mankind bowed to them." "The primordials are extinct now, so