Primordial Marvel Novels & Stories

"How silly you still are, Ezekiel. You despise me, that's alright, but I wonder if you really do have a heart." The place they were then was a vast, deep and mysterious forest named Anceps. There was a tiny fountain surrounded by rugged-top hills a mile away from them, its gentle but powerful sound of water falling could be heard clearly. So many creatures, so many undiscovered facts, so many myths were still hidden in that forest, they wouldn't even know if something was closely watching them. Moriah looked away from her. He hated it when she called him by his real name. Hadassah sighed subconsciously and smugly placed her lower body on the ground, but never taking her eyes off him. She unt

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

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.”

this is the mood goddess. “Why have you been waiting for me?” I ask. She slowly turns around, I gasp, her eyes are a silver white like the moon itself her silvery white hair sways because of her movement. “ I’ve been waiting a long time. For you ... .you and your wolf have been reborn many times just like your mother but this is the first time in both your lives that you have graced this earth at the same time because of this you are more powerful than any other life before. There is a great evil heading for you and you will be give a choice”

He took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell the most forbidden of legends, a tale that was the obsession of beings as powerful as Lord Dragon. "Long ago, at the dawn of the age of cultivation," he began, his voice now sounding like that of an ancient priest reciting from a sacred text, "There was an existence whose power surpassed all the levels we know. He was not a Sage, not a Saint, not even a Celestial. He was the first and only one to ever reach the absolute pinnacle of the cultivation path—the Primordial Realm." The name itself seemed to possess power, making the very air around them vibrate.

Elara stumbled back. Then silence. Elara stared at me—her face pale, her eyes wide. "Child," she whispered. "You're not just a Mute Omega. You're a Primordial. The first of your kind. The power in your voice hasn't been seen in ten thousand years." My blood went cold. "What does that mean?" "It means you're not just rare. You're legendary. Every pack, every witch, every supernatural creature in existence will want to control you." She paused. "Or kill you."

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

I answered, wrapping my legs around him and inviting him in. Without hesitation, my knight in shining armor entered me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the size of him. I grabbed onto him, feeling my sanity unravel as pleasure took over. As our bodies moved together, something shifted inside me. Something primal. The hollow ache I'd carried for years began to fill with something warm, something real. The mystery man’s control started to slip and his eyes flickered between red and pure silver, his breathing ragged. "I need…" he growled against my neck, his fangs extending. "I need to mark you."