Primordial Man Novels & Stories

Not even those who had walked the earth before modern nations were carved into maps. When the first ripple had awakened them, they had chosen to come to the Haven, drawn not by allegiance but by proximity to inevitability. But there were others who had felt that first tremor and remained unmoved. The Primordials. The ones older than species. They had ignored the mating bond. This, they would not ignore. Valerius moved toward the table slowly. “Can you locate it?” Eldric shook his head. “No coordinates. No ley anchor. It’s folded away.”

Time did not work properly here. Then we saw them. The Primordials were not beings in any traditional sense. They were concepts given form. Massive presences of pure creation energy that shaped reality through thought alone. Approaching them felt like approaching gods. Like insects crawling toward the sun. My legs wanted to run but I forced myself to keep walking. Someone had to speak first and I was the only one who could do it properly. I stepped forward while my parents tried to pull me back. "Let me do this," I whispered to them. "Please."

” “What do you mean by the prime four?!” “Ebedi, Zaman, Kalan, and Historia, these are the prime four, the original Gods, the ones who initially took control over the creation energy, but the energy was way too much for the four of them alone, and that is how we came to exist, us, the second generation Gods!” “You mean even the Gods have a hierarchy?!” “Yes!” Ayartma scoffed out the word, bothered with that fact, however, she was happy that the man was smart enough to keep up with her story, for she saw a very promising alliance lurking between the two of them, waiting to be grabbed and sealed.