Primordial Marvel Novels & Stories

“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.

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

As Odin moved through the serene space of the galaxy he had discovered – well, Mimir had discovered – his eyes took pleasure at the grand sight he was beholding. Several lights shone from so far away that they looked like several grains of sand. These were Primordial Stars; stars which had just been birthed and remained untainted by the Beings of the Universe. Their energy was so pure that Odin could feel himself being refreshed every second and every minute.

Every page I turned whispered of forgotten gods and blood-pacts lost to history. Then I saw it — the same spiral mark etched faintly in the margin of a brittle manuscript. Bobby noticed my pause. “Found something?” I nodded slowly. “It’s a mark of the Primals.” “The what now?” he asked bemused. “Before wolves and vampires split, before magic was bound to the moon — there were the Primals. Beings of pure essence. The first-born of the old world.” Bobby frowned. “Those are myths.” “So were vampires until you met one,” I said dryly.

“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

I heard Ymir's familiar voice call from behind me. I swirled around and it fell on the bloody witch I've been wanting to see. She looked as young as she did back then, she wore a long dark dress and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders. But she wasn't alone. She brought company. It was three other past regent witches she conjured up with necromancy, I could sense their strong magical presence. They all stared at me with bloody intentions of my doom. “Come on Ymir, do you really think that I would be intimidated by these– these parlor tricks?” I say with amusement. “I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.”

The mug froze to Melina's lips as her brows furrowed in doubt, not wanting to believe the words her ears had heard. “All this while, so many misconceptions of his identity have been circling... But, honestly, him being the only child of a multi-billionaire was far from our guest. However, it's the truth. If you don't believe us, here's a recording of Mr. Maxwell confirming it with his own words.” Pausing, Melina glared at Mr. Maxwell's face on the screen as his voice echoed out the speakers, “My only heir, Elijah Maxwell, the first, known to you all as Elijah Darius, wants me to present you all with a gift.”