Primordial Man Novels & Stories

My hands trembled as I shielded my face. “Who are you?” a male voice called, sharp and cautious. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The only sound that escaped me was the shallow catch of my breath. As they drew nearer, shapes began to emerge from the shadows: five, maybe ten people, mostly men, their bodies tall and imposing. Their torches cast long, flickering shadows that danced across the clearing. They looked human but something was off. Their clothing was crude but intentional—rough hides stitched into tunics, leather boots wrapped with strips, belts jingling with trinkets. It looked primitive, caveman-like, yet oddly modern.

“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.

He quizzes and shrugs slightly. “Yeah, I thought as much. Primordials are werewolves that have extreme and rapid healing abilities. They are vicious and extremely strong” I explain. “Oh wow. How come I have never heard about them?” He questions and sits on the couch that’s across and opposite the bed while I remain standing. “That’s because they are extinct and there hasn’t been one since centuries back. They are known to be stronger than most werewolves and have extreme speed too.” I explain further. At this point, his eyes contracts. I guess something is fishy to him.

"Do you know what a Primordial is?" "To my understanding, they are really old demons who have gained their strength from their years alive." "Yes, but Primordial's can also be werewolves. They are the most powerful werewolves in existence, no werewolf can match their power. They possess some abilities that normal werewolves don't. Their abilities are at their peak during a full moon, that's after they have mated. And they have heightened and enhanced senses of hearing, sight, smell, and taste." Henry explained.

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."