Primordial Marvel Novels & Stories

Dawn's face turned pale. No. Arielle tightened her arms around Elias. What is it? Dawn looked at her. The Hunger was never the thing we were fighting. The earth split wider. Something enormous moved beneath reality. Dawn swallowed. The Hunger was only its shadow. The Beginning raised her head. For the first time, she looked truly frightened. The End whispered a name that made every star disappear. The Primordial. Arielle looked toward the widening crack. What is the Primordial? The Creator answered.

Fear, guilty. A few other things I haven't yet found words for. Richard let my head lean on his shoulder and says. "Right. Are you listening to me?" I murmur a yes. "Then I'll tell you something good," he says, and then he waits as if he wants to be sure he has my attention. "You're a Primordial, Emma." "The Primordial? What does that mean?" "Your species was recorded in 1,400 B.C. You are the most powerful werewolf on the whole. Your powers possess are mind reading, the ability to heal anybody, and being immune to dark magic and premonition."

“Women, today you leave the village as apprentices and in ten years, you have a responsibility to return here and become Mages. Use that time wisely to hone your magical abilities, for you will have to come here and prove your expertise by learning and performing either one of the four primordial basic spells in less than three days.” The mind, the flesh, the world and the nature; the four pillars of primordial magic that Jörð supposedly taught directly to the first elves she ever created. They are incredibly powerful magic, secretly guarded by the Mothers. Lelyah explained the basic principles behind them but never showed me an actual spell. Mastering one in three days is almost impossible,

Everyone was dropping everything to attend because any potential solution was worth investigating. Jamie appeared through a dimensional portal looking more corporeal than she had in years. Living in dimensional space had changed her but she still looked recognizably herself. "Thank you for coming so quickly," she began without preamble. "I have been exploring the deepest parts of the buffer dimension for months. Areas even Phoenix rarely visits." "What did you find?" Luna asked. "Ancient beings. Older than the Architects and older than the Creation Realm consciousness." Jamie's voice shook slightly. "They are called the Primordials. Reality's original creators."

The giant emerging from the Atlantic was not a war machine but a disaster of ancient biology. It was the Primordial Malignancy, a remnant from a time when the Earth was a chaotic mix of competing forces. It towered three kilometers high, a jagged mountain of hardened bone, dripping black sludge that instantly destroyed the vibrant new moss it touched. "IT... IS... THE... BITTER... PART... OF... ME," the Earth resonated through Kael's boots. "THE... PART... THAT... HATES... CHANGE."

An unraveling sense of profound, almost primordial awe supplanted the previous despair and outrage. His Pups," Ria breathed in unmasked wonder. "Our babies are pups of Primagen lineage...birthed from the celestial alpha fire of this magnificent brute himself!" Some treacherous part of me shuddered in agreement with her proclamation, the rational components of my psyche spiraling amid the vertigo of these incomprehensible revelations. I turned slowly to meet Gabriel's volcanic stare, our mismatched heights creating an acute contrast. "I...My pregnancy...you claim the children I carry....are your—?"

The kind that made you sense a different presence even without setting eyes on them. For a moment, it was almost as if the sky itself was pressing downward on the world Wolves stirred uneasily, sensing danger. Then the clouds split in one loud roar. Light poured down in blinding pillars of fire. And something descended. Something new. It wasn’t Void neither was it wolve. A gigantic figure of burning stone and molten gold, eyes like stagnant pools of lava. The ground cracked beneath its feet. Eryndor whispered in horror, “A Primordial.”

The Primordials stood frozen in their uncertainty for what felt like eternity. Through our three dying bodies, barely connected by threads of consciousness that were fraying with each heartbeat, we felt the weight of their decision pressing down on all of existence. "You ask us to admit error," the lead Primordial finally said, its voice carrying something we had never heard before—vulnerability. "To acknowledge that beings we created surpassed us in understanding what consciousness should be. That is not just revision of judgment. That is fundamental reorganization of our identity."

Clouds gathered, boosting Saint Primordial's strength to Filosoph Grade with the Primordial Hall's power. The Primordial Hall, now a giant Spiritool, amazed onlookers, traversing the universe like a spaceship. "This is what the legends mean!"