Primordial Marvel Novels & Stories

Her strawberry blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to literally bounce around her face, framing those wide, baby blue eyes that were practically shining with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I just shrugged, nudging a stray oat flake with my spoon. “Meh.” Her bouncing stopped abruptly, as if I’d hit a secret off-switch. Her eyes rounded, going full anime-disbelief. "Meh? Meh?! How could you be so cavalier about doing something so monumental? I mean, today we get to practice magic, Genesis! Not just read about it in dusty old textbooks or memorize endless lists of spells and potions. This is the real deal!"

Instead of producing a Golden Lycan, he had deformed his own pup. The crowd murmured in disappointment. Some left in disgust. Seizing the chaos, I moved to my black pup and held it gently until a soft click rang out. As my pup began to awaken, its body glowed faintly. “What is that?” “That presence… It’s the aura of a Primordial!” The council gasped, pointing toward me. People also stopped in their tracks. The light grew brighter, illuminating half the sky. However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow.

After an amount of time inconceivable for a normal human, the psionic storm eventually asks the question, “why am I doing this?” This question starts a cascade of other questions which slowly but surely make the storm more intelligent. With enough time, time that is uncountable for humans, the storm becomes aware of itself and slowly it compresses the storm into what one could call, a primordial soul due to its nature coming directly from the void. A primordial soul is a soul with so much psionic power that it could technically cause the creation of a galaxy. Bigger primordial souls can theoretically create another universe. In the entire history of humankind, there have been only 2 cases of

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.

“None of the higher deities know, neither do the fates, but Agron found a way to wake her up.” “Why are you talking like Khaos is bad news? Yes, she’s powerful, but it can’t be that bad” Bianca whispers. Almost as if she was afraid of speaking. “Because she isn’t just a normal goddess. She is the first of the primordial deities, who are the first generation of gods and goddesses. They came to be when the universe was first formed. The primordials were really powerful.

Liora hesitated for a moment, her luminous form rippling with a cascade of colors before answering, "Yes, and more. It is not just a force but an entity, one that predates even the Song of the Ancients." Niamh, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with a pendant she wore—a keepsake from her guardian initiation—asked, "An entity? One that's powerful enough to merge realms?" Liora's eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, locked onto Niamh's. "It is known as The Primordial. A being from a time when realms were but a singular existence. It seeks to return all to that state of oneness, but not in harmony. In dominance."

Basically, there might not be a concentrated ore that contained a Primordial Concentrated Ore in an ore vein that had tens of millions of concentrated ores in it. Any ore related to the word "Primordial" would be a divine object. It was a kind of divine material that could be used to forge Divine Artifacts. According to the legends, if Primordial Concentrated Ores were refined again, it was possible to forge Immortal Artifacts with them. If it were any other time, this sort of thing would be a treasure that would be frantically fought over. The blue brilliance had caused the reaction of everyone's eyes and heart. Ding Sha seemed to be petrified. The Mermaid Princess of the Sea Clan was also

He fathered far more than 4 sons, but their mother was his mate and she paid the ultimate price. Aeon was the elven word for prime. It was ironic because in his last days he became just that, a primal being, one driven by his instincts to kill and survive. I didn't want to be like him but all my life I had been told that his fate was my destiny. Which meant that all those around me would share a similar fate to Aeon's fallen love.

“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.”