Primordial Marvel Novels & Stories

"A purple-Mantis, purple-Horn beetle, purple-Steel bug, and a purple-Slime" Creed kept on murmuring multiple theories in his head. "If these four beasts are born from the eggs, it will prove that the soul crystals somehow retain the DNA of the beasts I hunted yesterday." "That means these eggs are technically the children of the beasts I hunted yesterday," Creed came up with a concrete evaluation. "But I also have to check if I can recreate this process. " Abruptly a creepy grin appeared on his face. "This ring has so many mysteries behind it. With this ring, I suppose I just might... have a chance!!"

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.

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

The heavens convulsed. It wasn’t merely thunder or light — it was the very fabric of existence folding in on itself, like a living thing writhing in pain. What had once been sky was now a wound — a vast, ragged rift bleeding light and shadow in equal measure. The air trembled, bending under the weight of creation’s agony. From that wound, the Primarch stepped through. Its arrival was not heralded by sound, nor light, nor fire, but awareness. It was like the world suddenly remembered its own maker — every atom, every stone, every star recognizing the presence that had carved them from nothing. Its presence could not be seen; it was felt.

The Forgotten. The carvings showed him creating the primal energy, then trying to use it to destroy the other gods. They had cast him out into the void, sealing him away behind the door he had built. But he had been waiting. Planning. And now, he was free. They walked for hours, until the tunnel opened into a massive chamber. In the center of the chamber, a pool of water glowed with a soft, white light—the Well of Origins. It was surrounded by four pillars, each one glowing with a different energy: void, light, shadow, and… primal.

James looked a the scenery before him in a daze. At that moment, Sophie’s voice resounded. “Everything in front of you is an illusion formed by Primordial Energy.” “Primordial Energy?” James looked puzzled. Sophie explained, “Primordial Energy is the most original ancient power. Empyrean Energy is graded as well. In the order of the weakest to the strongest, it’s Spiritual Energy, Sage Energy, Divine Energy, and Primordial Energy. “The Celestial Abode has a powerful attribute. It can absorb the energy from the outside world and convert it into Primordial Energy.

“Run.” The silver Source’s voice cut through chaos. Not a suggestion. A command wrapped in terror Lena had never heard from it before. She didn’t run. Couldn’t. Her eyes locked on the thing fighting the third Source. It was massive. Shapeless. Like darkness given weight. Where it touched, reality broke. Cracked. Bled something that wasn’t blood. “What is that?” she demanded. “The Primal. The thing that birthed all Sources. The original hunger from which all others descended.” The silver Source pulled her backward. “It should be sleeping. Has been sleeping for millennia. But we woke it. By changing. By evolving. By becoming something other than pure appetite.”

Hence, even though Walter had been tortured incessantly by it, he did not fulfill the requirements to evoke any memories. Walter had no idea why he had suffered such pain. "The 12 Primal Treasures appeared when the universe was born. They were created from heaven and earth's will and the Order of the Path. As all 12 objects were the first batch created by the universe, they possess the equivalent power of the Primal Path, which is how they got their name." There was an incredulous look in Willow's eyes as she explained this. Every cultivator had treated this as a legend before she met Chase. No one had proven this to be true.

All ready to fight. “UNITY,” the Primordial mused. “THE GODDESS’S GIFT. WEAKNESS MADE STRENGTH THROUGH CONNECTION.” “Not weakness. Power. The kind that built civilizations. Created beauty. Made life worth living.” Celeste lowered her hands slightly, an offering of peace. “You shaped the world. We’re building on that foundation. Can’t that be enough?” For a long moment, nothing. Then the Primordial shifted, taking a more defined form. Still impossible to look at directly, but less chaotic. More controlled.

Grand Emperor Rowan lashed out a series of seals with his hand. The Immortal Root Gourd he controlled would refine all the people inside. “The Primordial Gourd that grew on the Primordial Tree when Phanes created the world?” The Primeval Lord of Heaven was stunned. He became envious as soon as he saw this magical treasure. The remaining Eternal said immediately, “Primeval Lord, keep controlling the sacrificial altar. I will deal with those people.” “You can’t deal with them alone. I’ll do it,” the Primeval Lord of Heaven replied.